I can tell what kind of drink is being poured by what sound it makes when it hits the glass and the ice.
What are your superpowers?
I can tell what kind of drink is being poured by what sound it makes when it hits the glass and the ice.
What are your superpowers?
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I can recognise commonly used sound effects (just before I saw a movie trailer in which an dog grunted like Saberwulf from Killer Instinct) and if you hit a key on a piano I can usually tell you which note it was.
I smile at the people around me and offer my concern whenever necessary. I will do my utmost best to use this power to bring happiness and joy to everyone.![]()
I have the innate ability to make almost everything sound dirty, and to creep out even the most disturbing of old men.
I can fly and shoot lasers from my eyes.
I mean, I'm really empathetic.
I have above average speed? I'm slightly resistant to deadly animals thanks to my heritage?
making people smile!
I can detect irony.
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.
[strike]not losing my tit behind the wheel of a car like every other person around me seems to do[/strike]
I have the ability to recognize the most obscure actors and actresses or voices. It makes me feel like a champ.