So you don’t make it cry or sing?
The result may not be good. You see, over 98% of me would disapppear. That would not be a healthy thing to happen all at once. 
How embarrassing. And I even sang that little rhyme to myself - 30 days hath September…must have drifted off into hypothermic shock
The cold must have numbed your brain. 
Tick tock tick tock.
AWB = average white boy; not so much the boy anymore. (It’s also my initials; not so inspired when I thought of it 15 years ago.)
Nice hat.
My opinion of myself would skyrocket, if nothing else.
I’d be running the gentle, good, God-fearing-in-the-nice-sense population of Mars - three distinct sentient species who all value each others’ sterling qualities, and an indefinite number of intangible almost-invisible lesser angels; and I would occasionally enjoy the society of my fellow planetary archons, who between us have few regrets except that the time is not yet come for the final redemption of Earth and we are unable to see much of what is going on there until Maleldil gives us leave. Life would be very good indeed.
So, hypothetically, what if I had a larger nose? My guess is that it would be easier to trim my nose hairs.
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Most excellent!
I would already know the results of the election–and the future of the world for the next 1000 years. And I have two foundations–one totally secret–to make sure the world stays on course.
Well, I think I’d make out okay…
Ididn’tdoitnobodysawmedoityoucan’tproveanything!
My life would go down the toilet.
I’m a character with hearing problems played by a dead woman who was on a TV show back in the '70s.
Yep, I’m still clueless.
Nobody wants to hang out with me now.
You’ll most easily find me in any number of hospital, school and prison cafeterias, especially after meals. I plan to retire somewhere nice in Lunch Lady Land.
I’m a pretentious poseur.