Hookerbots, he said. You know there’s male hookerbots, too. I got no interest in the dancing girls, except maybe as pretty ornaments.
Pretty ruthless, most likely, as there’s little to no social pressure on her to restrain her darker impulses. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if there were no word ruthless in her dictionary, for reasons left as an exercise for the class.
The usual threats.
And of course there’s a Jude Law model just for you. I’m not sure how you handle that with the SO, but that’s your problem.
Oh wait, the Jude Law model is on this side of the universe. Hmm…still, it only makes me want to go to the party, that’s for sure.
Let’s assume the former.
First thing, I’d take my axe, my machete, and my big knife (like I’d go into Skald’s lair unarmed) and find mirror me. Since he’s not a clone, I wouldn’t have to face the ‘fight or fuck dilemma’*. After I find the clean shaven man, I’ll have to decide weather or not he’s useless. If he is useless, I’ll kill him and take his place. It might be tough at first, but at least I won’t have to hide the bodies anymore (murder’s no biggie in mirror universe, right?).
If mirror me isn’t useless, then we have some real fun. Imagine two of me, rampaging across the land, slaying the good and the evil alike! And not even having to hide bodies! That sounds great, I might want to stay in mirror world.
ETA: If I’m just taking the place of mirror me, it’ll play out like if I killed him. Only I can be lazy and skip the parts where I have to find him and judge him.
*Broken link due to NSFW content: So You're Locked In a Room With Your Clone: Fight or F#@k? | Cracked.com . In mirror universe, I would’ve left that so you’d accidentally click it.
Why would you only try to bring in melee weapons?
I like that. A dozen witnesses see me at the Orchid Society meeting while Ska…er, folks I don’t like get killed!
I guess I’d just hang out at the GW Bush shrine.
I’ll shave my goatee, act nice and fake it for awhile.
You misunderstand. When I find myself in mirror universe, I’d store the slug throwers and energy weapons in some hidden, trapped spot until I find someone I can’t get close to, but still need to kill. Besides, if I end up having to kill mirror me, it’s gonna be an axe fight. It’s just poor manners to bring a gun to an axe fight.
Psst. Don’t tell Skald your plans, Dude.
… my mother would be loose with money! And Grandma! HAH!
Man, I’d be able to live those six months just by smooching on the mirror images of all those relatives who think that “inviting you” means “let’s go there, you’re paying”.
No, you misunderstand, I was asking why you brought only melee to the RhymerLair.
A lot would depend on whether I can find Uhura and Yeoman Rand. If I can, then gods help you if you come for me. However, if you can manage to ‘secure’ myself and the (now) willing ‘guests’ in a stable time loop of the appropriate period? I would worship YOU as a god and spend my free time leading you to planets to strip of their life-essences to sustain your unending hunger.
That said, I think I could survive quite nicely there.
No, you’ve got all kinds of crazy carp in there, raptor-bots, sharktopus, shartoptor-bots. I’m definitely bringing an arsenal. It’s when I get to mirror-world that I hide some of the weapons. Unless you partially disarmed me somehow. Eh, I can throw these things pretty far, I’ll be fine if the bear-gorilla-bee-bots get lose.
I’d sure like to see what I look like all sober, blonde, rich, white and totally earnest and not sarcastic. It’d be cool to see the South Bronx filled with luxury condos.
For a living I’d try to hook up with the idealistic and sincere Herman Cain presidental campaigne and rise in the ranks of backdoor politics by being the only cynical and opportunistic careerist in a sea of bright-eyed civic do-gooders.