Example of Nonsensical Intelligence

After fainting in his own lab because of a combination of being told he'd be kidnapped by a Demon and his very apparent lack of sleep, Fiktor wakes up, believing his very strange nightmare was over. As his eyes open up he's greeted by what looks like a huge blue canvas. His eyes re-adjust, allowing him to realize he's flying above a body of water, an ocean, in particular, looking up the same figure is carrying him by his head, the sudden realisation of both what's happening at the moment and that his 'nightmare' was, in fact, true causes him to throw up into the Ocean.

"What the hell are you doing"

"I told you, we're going on an adventure Science Guy"

"But. Why. Do. You. Need. Me?!"

"I'm not very smart and these guys want a riddle answered before they let me inside of the dungeon."

Fiktor facepalms, his hand coming down pulling on the skin below his eyes and relaxing to this situation. This horrible, nightmarish, sickening situation.

"Brace for Impact Science Guy"

Fiktor's confusion soon turns to fear as a Magic Barrier forms around them as they slam through a stone brick wall, they broke through the wall of a castle on the coastline. The smoke clears as the figure of a throne, and the absolute specimen of a male sitting on it, broad shoulders hunched over, a grey beard and a crown that'd put even Fiktor's own family jewellery to shame. Kelvin mockingly salutes him causing the Old King to grump.

"Have you solved my riddle yet, BOY?" a [Killing Intent] aura flails across the room, causing Fiktor's hair to become all frizzy whilst Kelvin just stands there, a devilish grin on his face.

"Nope, I'm getting this nerd to do it, it was never said that I couldn't outsource that to a Human"

Fiktor, in his very socially awkward way, rubs his forehead with his hand, clearly not wanting to be anywhere near either of these people.

"Our Dungeon's entrance test is different to most. We ask a riddle after appraising an entrant, we scale it to there intelligence." Then the old man speaks his riddle, sighing heavily at the prospect of telling anybody other than Kelvin this riddle.

"What can be described as brown and sticky?"

A small trail of blood comes down from Fiktor's nose, not as a representation of arousal, but in fact, Fiktor has burst a blood vessel being presented with such stupidity. "The answer is a stick."

Kelvin's mouth opens "OH! I THOUGHT IT WAS SHIT!"

In his own head, Fiktor begins to profusely weep to have to deal with this.

Either way, after answering the riddle correctly the huge gate behind the king's throne opens. Fiktor attempting to turn around and walk away is promptly dragged inside by the leg.

The dungeon is a desert-scape, a huge sphinx a mile or so off in the distance, Fiktor, now stood up, shakes his hands through his hair to remove the sand caught by being dragged by his leg. Kelvin's grin turns to a slight chuckle.

"This is always the best part of Dungeons."