I will kill her.
And to the bear question: I will tranquilize it, and then take it to my lab, where I'll give it a rabbit's docility and replace its canines with katanas.
I will kill her.
And to the bear question: I will tranquilize it, and then take it to my lab, where I'll give it a rabbit's docility and replace its canines with katanas.
Tôi đói.
I'd craftily get her to say her name backwards and send her back to the fifth dimension.
I'd say, "Bad bear. You should be dead. Go on now. Die! Die now! Good bear."
Well, it probably would be my only way since I'm too damn lazy to look for a decent job. Hell, I'd sleep with the guy.
Most likely, the fact that I'm dumb and slow-moving would get me shot in some portion of body. But the hairy beast is only crafty enough to figure how to pull the trigger once, so mosey over, take the gun and beat the tar out of him.
I knew them dogs would be fine.
If Miley were to claim I molested her, I'd make for damn sure it were true and then some. Where's her friend Emily in this situation? Wouldn't mind prison for a two-fer.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
I would try to give him a hug. Who doesn't love a bear hug?
I would make the man talk about his problems with men and money, during all night, and make him give me the money anyways.
Mmmmm...
I would hug the bear too! Everyone loves bear hugs, even BEARS!
I would "hear" it, and then tell the police she MOLESTED me.
You're a judge. Two people have been arrested for theft. Person A stole food from a nearby grocery. Person B shoplifted in a clothing store. Person A claims that they stole the food because they lost their job and it's the only way they can feed their family during this time of financial trouble. Person B claims that they are a kleptomaniac and cannot control their urge to steal. You're faced with the choice of charging these two people. What would you do?
Feel free to add your own scenarios!
If I sentence them both to death, the problem disappears, right?
I'd lock Person A up, and tell them that stealing from a bank once is better than stealing from a grocery store every couple of days.
I'd order Person B to be taken out back and shot. Crazy people can't be helped.
I'd steal their girlfriends to teach them a lesson.