Face him down in hand to hand combat directly while he is still recovering

Getting up like a rocket from your crouched position you push him back, and pull back your fists to pound into his body when you get a loot at his face, a dark mask covering the top half of his face, except his intense blue eyes, and a hole for his stubbled leering mouth and chin. Upon his forehead and belt is the symbol of a shining silver moon, and it all starts spinning as does the room with coloured flickers like an out of tune TV.

You swing wildly forward, but hit only the wavering trails of where this man was, now laughing maniacally as your world spins out of control.

"So strong of body, but so weak of mind, you'd have made a good recruit back in my day."

You try to fly away, but every attempt just has you crash into the ceiling or floor, the pains and broken plaster just making you laugh for some reason.

"Put him out of his misery boys," he says and you hear the click of automatic weapons from two bananas.

The floor just wants to hug you and you think you see your mother calling you for dinner, but you have to stay and finish building water bicycle.

"Yes Captain," some curtains shout and you are handed some ice cream only for it to taste like bullets, and be very painful.

In a moment of clarity from your insanity you know you are dying, and the melting world around you has two options.

What do you do?

 * Dive into the elephants trunk that is now rearing up at you
 * Fall back onto the pile of women's dresses growing in the garden behind you
 * Try and push the marshmallow falling out of your eyes back in