I would walk leisurely, everywhere I go.
I would be an invincible outer god that is beyond space and time. Pretty cool
Hmmm…I’m a 300 year old turtle who can do magic. Hmm…
awww, don’t put yourself in a box now!
Me - not much of a change really - none of this is real anyway, right?
But will I get my own TARDIS?
I’m either an insect in the prime of its life, or the perfect parent. Huh.
Apparently I’d be a large glowing ball of glass filled with acid. Perhaps I’m like Lumiere from Beauty and the beast then? But without the french accent of course… Don’t drop me or handle me roughly I suppose.
I will become…GLORIOUS.
And you WILL agree.
But you can’t tell metal from paper!
I certainly can! Metal is what Metalunans make catalogues out of!
And don’t try to hang that “We call him Neutron because he’s so positive!” thing on me, either. They named that cat before I got there!
If you need some strategy help, I’m your man!
I’d be the one you all tap for a loan.
And possibly dyslexic.
I am a very cold spot in the north of Scotland…where I have never even been! (How would that work? I guess I would be there then)
Hmmm…my user name is a combination of the infamous Oakbrow Farwalker, Raiding Druid of Karana, and Elminster, Archmage of the Forgotten Realms. Oakie used to solo dragons, and Elminster walked through Hell itself kicking ass and taking names. Sooo…yeah, I’m good.
:: Looks around ::
“Hell Yes”
Red shirts watch out
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I’m gonna get chomped by a huge felinoid and have a laser slice through my brain. Can’t see what’s so lucky about that.
In the morning, I am part of a complete and delicious breakfast. In the mid-day, I tease and comb my facial hair. In the afternoon, I write eight-legged essays and drink coffee with Noel Chomsky. At night, Cubans make sandwiches out of me.
In short, people gon’ eat me.
I’d be more of an ass, but at least I’d be good looking!
I have lost a lot of weight and gained the power of life and death over rodents and an annoying raven sidekick.
SQUEAK