Give the person below you a command

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

Can't. My statue is already there.

Iron my uniform dress shirts.  

[Zorc James]

*Irons shirts until they are perm pressed.*

I require 17 female bodies and 13 male bodies, all dead, ten sets of human eyes, a pound of titanium, and for you to make me a sandwich with sardines, dark chocolate, mustard, ketchup, hot dogs, and chili  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

*backs away slowly*

Call the police on this guy. He sounds dangerous.  

[Eclairl]

*dials 911 and requests the police arrive at once*

trim the bushes, hug the trees and water every single plant that grows.  

[Zorc James]

*grabs the trims and water bucket & gets to work*

I want my sandwich still*  

[Leprechaun_Sean]

*gets done beating the Scout* You can have this one. this punk stole from the overweight Russian man he beat to death. *Tosses sandvich*

By order of law, I command you to post in the Why Not Narrate the Person Above You game. Seriously, that one was getting good.  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

If I feel like it I will.

Surrender!  

[Ember Terran]

You first! Now eat a combination of ionised plasma and depleted uranium!

Run away you, it's dangerous here  

[Leprechaun_Sean]

Honey, my middle name IS Danger.

Blast me some speed metal!  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

I'm already listening to it.

Salute this flag!  

[Rikusi]

But of course!

Now, find my portable walrus polishing kit!  

[Leprechaun_Sean]

I can't! All of your stuff is inside mounds of boxes that are locked with ancient spells!

Release the kraken!  

[dream angel 176]

Its hibernateing sir

make me a sandwich.  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

And soil my nice white gloves? I don't think so.

Have a dance with me.  

[Rikusi]

That would be very dangerous, and you know this already!

Help me find my headphones, so I don't blow out my speakers.