Fueled by the rage of coming all the way here and finding the treasure snatched away, you race across the island to meet your 'nemesis'. Tearing through the forest, scaling great hills, swinging over deadly chasms, you finally run down into the dust bowl that makes up one of the island's eyesockets. There's a stench in the air that seems slightly familiar, but you can't place it. There's a dark figure standing down below, with his back turned towards you.

"I've been waiting for you."

That voice, that stench, that cheesy red jacket, you know it, oh God, it's him, it's...

PESTILENTIAL PETE!!

"YOU!" you hiss.

"Aye, me." Pete replies. He sounds a lot more coherent since you last saw him. You mention this to him, and he nods. "Yes, after you had the cops remove me from your attic, I accidentally urinated in one of their hats, and they bopped me over the head a couple of times with their batons. That knocked my speech center back in place. Also, I can see colors again."

Fair enough. But what's the deal with him stealing the treasure like this?

"It's my treasure!" he retorts.

"Well, why did you go through the trouble of hiding your treasure and then the map AND THEN the map to the map if you wanted to keep it for yourself in the first place!? ASS." you shout in his face.

Pete stares at you blankly, thinks it over, and finally says "Just SHUT UP."

You tiredly rub your eyes. "OK. So why did you lure me over here?"

This causes Pete to gather up his thoughts again. "Right! Right! I wanted you to come here..." He draws his cutlass and swings it through the air. "...so I could finish you off!"

"Dammit man, where's the treasure?!" you shout.

"You'll never find it, unless you kill me!" Pete shouts back, advancing upon you.

The memory of your martial arts studies with Biggsby, the schizophrenic groundskeeper at your old high school, flashes back into your mind. You scan your enemy from head to toe, mapping out all his strengths, and most importantly, his weaknesses. He's old, and stinky, and pestilential, so you might be able to take him out in one blow.

Yelling the ancient rite of battle that Biggsby taught you, "Oh, I am SO going to FUCK you UP", you storm at him.

You decide to:

• Hit Pete, POW, right in the kisser..
   
• Punch Pete in the throat.
   
• Knee Pete in the kidneys.
   
• Step on Pete's bad ankle.