Do you share a wall with a neighbor?
If yes, your neighbor can probably answer the OP.
And if you still kept slipping, just shovel them under the tires for traction.
OK, that’s not really nice.
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And if you still kept slipping, just shovel them under the tires for traction.
Good, good. Or use a pitchfork.
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OK, that’s not really nice.
Don’t start feeling guilty there, you’re on a roll.
Would “hypothetical Chihuahuas that don’t need to eat or sleep, urinate, etc.” still fart?
I’d rather not know. Are they something like piranhas that can strip a cow to a skeleton in 2 minutes? Hopefully, they’re allergic to wombat.
What you have to keep in mind is that by obviating all other physical needs (and drives) you have removed every other form of entertainment. They will never stop barking, because there is nothing else to occupy their attention.
You don’t mention breathing though - would they eventually suffocate? Because that would be lovely.
>You are standing in a large room with many chihuahuas. They have ceased their barking for the moment and are all giving you a silent, eerie stare, while they quiver in their neurotic chihuahuan way. Your back is against the wall, as it is the only way to keep from stepping on them, and you are trying to keep from moving as it will only set them all to yipping again in that penetrating high pitched squeak which would send Cthulhu scurrying to the depths of the sea.
In front of you is a large green gas canister with a skull and WARNING printed on it in frightening letters. Something creaks from above.
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>You are holding a clipboard with depressingly few entries of chihuahuan silence logged chronologically.
>look up
>An anvil hangs above you. The rope suspending the anvil is unravelling. You can hear the hemp strands parting with a pinging sound.
Your slight movement causes all the chihuahuas to burst into hellish song.
…
What would you do? The gas canister, killing yourself and the chichuahuas; the anvil, killing only yourself; or try to kill all the chihuahuas with the clipboard?
What would you do? WHAT WOULD YOU DO???
Dog power is actually a return to a green energy source from more than a century ago.
I’ve never seen one in use but I’ve seen the remains in one that had been used in a great-uncle’s house; that particular one was a homemade rotisserie built for a small dog to power- the spit went over an outdoor flame and the dog was in a treadmill kennel a few feet away. Simple but genius in a world before electricity. (My dogs would either lie down and take a nap or chew their way out of the cage and go eat the meat off the spit.)
Clearly, you would be eaten by a grue.
im gonna have to go with the dogs eventually stopping. Maybe if you rotated friends who don’t mind poking a dog with a stick into the room you could keep them going indefinitely. It could become a religion.
At a certain age, the next generation of children learn the way of the endless barking.
…Well, it’s clearly the case that we will never come to any kind of consensus regarding this contentious speculation.
So let us steer the discussion to a more practical concern:
Suppose one were to release all 100 Chihuahuas out into the public arena, about the streets of a typical suburban environment.
Would these Chihuahuas eventually gravitate toward a unitary, Chihuahua-drawing point–like water seeking level, as it were–or would they disperse throughout the region, with an increasingly even distribution, until such point that the density of this Chihuahua population would become, for all practical purposes, completely flat?
Isn’t “100 Chihuahuas in a Room” the name of a piece by Philip Glass?
But what if it was 99 Chihuahuas and a Pomeranian?