I'm sure he'd take sexual favors.
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I'm sure he'd take sexual favors.
You'll regret this.
I would plead to the reaper and tell him I have a wife and kids. I'd suggest that he take them instead.
I would ask what took him so long and demand to see the manager.
I'd simply tell him to bother someone else, as he and I both know why he can't touch my soul for a looong time.
I'm too freaking awesome to die. I'm so awesome, only I can kill myself, as nobody else is awesome enough. Awesome.
:D
Sex.
Back when I was a rebel without a cause I would answer 'I would punch the GR in the face'
But assuming that death came in a humanoid form, and demanded I justify my life, I would argue that I could do infinite good being left alive; I would invariably gain a ludicrous amount of capital and promise to do good.
If left alive, this would assuredly happen in time, and eventually I will amass a ridiculous fortune because I simply could not die. Then I would be forced to be an entity of good because if I don't, the GR will kill me.
Perfect business plan, imo.
Dance?
Until I can find out my purpose in life on this planet, I really can't argue to be allowed to stay. I guess my time would be up. :(
I'd explain to him that I have yet to fulfill my calling in life, becoming the anti-christ, cause the powers that be gave me life so I can spend it cleansing all the idiots from the world and making sure we have those wonderful Darwin award stories to chat about on the interweb every year. At which point I only need to allow him into my living room to watch the Presidential elections for him to understand that I actually have important things to do in this life...
...I will then kill him while he is gazing at Palin's rack and make a necklace from his teeth and ribs. I will then procceed to watch the world fall into chaos due to stupid people always being put in charge by other stupid people and drink from my new skull chalice. :)
Why do you always act like a copy of me only with boobs? (Hmmm... now that I think about that it sounds like a great idea)
I would tell them that I am a fan of his brand of humor and that if he killed me there would be for to few people left to proporly appriciate his more creative work.
"I'm sorry, I believe you have the wrong address. This is 647."
Blow him.