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::whips up some “The Works” bombs and tosses them along the floor at people::
walks away behind the tank that he drove up, and hears the .25 caliber-sounding blasts go off, and the screams of the people the boiling liquid hit.::
::mixes some Ex-lax and TylenolPM into some brownies offers them to everyone as a peace-offering. Everyone eats them, making everyone REALLY sleepy so they shit their pants::
:::casually tosses in an open can of Extra Strength Whoop Ass::
“What a mess you guys have made. You need some AMWAY cleaning supplies.”
While telling them how in just 25 short years they too could become a director in this organzation and pull down the big paycheck of say 10K, maybe 10.5K a year while scoring big discounts on cleaning supplies for their home, Everyone runs away like a little girl.
As I pat the improbably gigantic handheld gatling gun I’m carrying, I may be heard to intone, “Ah, exactly the sort of party Ol’ Painless likes for me to take her to.”
I do up the room like the jungle-defoliating scene in Predator.
Iff it posts, vee khan kill it.
I love this, can I snag it for a sig? Can I, can I huh, huh? Please?
NO! *NO! NOOO!!
[insert exploding head smiley here]*