Mr. Incredible would save me.
Use my razor-sharp wit to cut the rope.
Boy am I an unfunny ass.
I'd "negotiate" with him...![]()
I'd probably try reasoning with him, then when that fails I'd go all Hyde on his ass.
Not literally on his ass. But...yeah. Anyone who saw last week's James Nesbit thingy knows what I'm on about.
I'd keep shifting my weight and try to use my body and the chair as an improvised bludgeon-like implement.
Something like toppling the chair over and then squirming around to try and trip the person.
If my legs were not secured and the person was male, I'd kick him in the nuts.
I doubt I'd do anything, Id be too scared.
Oli's speech at the end of Hostel was amazing. I think it was (paraphrased): every time you look in the mirror you will see me. Completely freaked out the German guy.
Anyway I don't know whether I would just accept death or would try to struggle out. Now I feel depressed because Hostel 2 was a terrible movie.