She arches an eyebrow - and a claw.
"What, cat got your tongue?" You laugh maniacally. Your vision is red. Everything is danger. Nothing matters anymore, except this victory. Is this blood lust? Is this cheese lust? You do not know.
The cat stays its paw. "Very amusing, mouse. Unless you have anything to say, I believe I shall eat you."
You hold up a muscly paw to stop it. "OH yes, you rotten flea bag scoundrel. I have a RIDDLE for you. If I win the riddling, you must let me go. If I lose, you are allowed to gobble me up." You are running on pure instinct now. Nothing seems real. Everything is happening.
"Very well, mousey, you have my attention."
-Use a riddle from the Hobbit
-Try that riddle by the Sphinx about the dawn or some shit
-Google a riddle