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 Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 5:30 pm
I would ask her to not chop me up with that axe. ._.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:05 pm
I would close her umbrella around her head and try to suffocate her to death. Then I make my escape.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:11 pm
Take the pointy end of my mood bubble and poke her eyes out.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:13 pm
Whisper, "Hey, can I smoke some of that?" twisted
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 7:16 pm
Seeing as his hand is already on fire, I would run in the hopes that the fire consumed his body before he could catch me.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 9:26 pm
I would steal her staff and beat her to death with it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 9:35 pm
 M o n o c h r o m e M a k e u p
╔═══════════════════════════════════════╗ Repeatedly and obnoxiously ask
"Who does your hair?!"
Until the point she breaks down and releases me.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 9:43 pm
Repeatedly poke with my sword, saying, in a whiny voice, "Lemme go~!!"
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:17 pm
distract her with a puppet show so I can get away
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:20 pm
get up and walk out saying "i forgot that i used to use this place for my test bombs and i think there might be a few un-exploded one"
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:23 pm
I'd use my mystical guitar to escape through a vortex.
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:33 pm
Point up to the sky and say, "Look! A distraction!" and run for it. x'D
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:36 pm
I'd poke her tummy and hope she would pull a Pillsbury Dough-boy on me. heart
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:39 pm
i would being to speach about random stuff until you were annoyied to the point that you would run away
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Posted: Sat Jun 19, 2010 10:43 pm
I'd stare at him until he was freaked out enough to let me go
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