1: Your meter’s run out, Sammy… or should I say, The Phoenix?!
2: I may burn, but I’ll have your ashes.
1: My ashes belong to the dragon that slays me.
2: If his skin is as think as yours, the fight will never end.
1: Aren’t phoenixes the ones that are supposed to last forever?
2: We can’t be contained; we’ll always be born again.
1: Yet I caught you like a penny in a Hoover; even you had to give.
2: Though I was born of fire, like water, I can be contained but never held.
1: Then I’ll put a cap on your bottle.
2: My bottle’s glass; one false move and your luck’s broken for good.
1: If you try to escape, the attempt will be in shards.
2: Just one is fatal in the right hands.
1: Then I’ll be sure only your left functions.
2: That’s all I need and you’ll be left for good.
1: Better than being left for dead.
2: And just like that, I’m gone like a shared appetizer.
1: You’re sleight of hand is the lovechild of David Blaine and Criss Angel!
2: And like the angel, I belong on a higher plane; until next time, detective!
1: Make note Phoenix; you may always be reborn, but one day I’ll seal you for good.
2: Until you find your Nemo, you’ll never have me.
1: You’d better have eyes in the back of your head; I’ll always be right behind.
2: And that’s why you’ll always lose; I only look forward, and I’m already ahead.