Screaming flaming death to all!
Tell Robyn.
So you cry bloody murder, get the weapons from the closet, and begin formulating your plan to retrieve it.
Go to the store and buy more, too important to always have cheese around to risk being without long enough to track them down.
You transform into your superhero alter-ego and hunt down the fiend. This is unacceptable!!
You hunt them down and tickle them into the closet of death.
Wait till they aren't looking, and steal it back.
Run screaming to daddy... and demand that he return it.
Borrow a weapon from Talon then get the cheese back.
Steal theirs.Ê Turn about is fair play, after all...
C-O-O-O-O-ME back Mozza THieffffffff!!!!!!!! Give back my CHEEEEEEEZE!!!!!!!!
Call upon the dark gods to smite them viciously and leave them roasting in heck-fire for all eternity (oh, and tell them to get myÊcheese back, too!)
Pick a weapon:
Ok, got one.
Only one?
Karaoke Machine, baby!!!
Subatomic deatomizer with projectile capabilities.
My logic ...failing that, a shiny sexy dagger.
.50 Desert Eagle.
Anything that can inflict enormous amount of pain.
I AM THE WEAPON!!!!!!!
Rapier wit.
Explosives or Japanese swords.
Being COOL and SMOOTH is the only weapon I need.
All of the above.
Two friends are arguing, you:
Probably started the whole thing yourself, then sat back to enjoy the carnage.
Buy them each chocolate.
Give them your favorite cheese.
Suggest they buy each other a drink and split the cost for the peacemaker's drink.
Steal their ice cream.
Cry, in an angsty James Dean fashion, "You're tearing me apaaaart!!"
Split the scene till they're done. No like confrontation!!
Drag them to DQ.
Wait until there's a break in the shouting, then make a cute joke and offer them food.
Put a mute spell on them so their voices don't irritate me.
Knock their heads together.
Tell them NEITHER of them gets my can o spam no matter how loud they yell!
You've been caught breaking the rules! You've most likely been:
Replacing the bags of syrup in the Slurpee machine with pure, distilled caffeine.
Using illegal dice!! (d20's in monopoly, anyone?)
There are rules???
Following my heart.
Stealing cookies from the cookie jar.
Assuming rules only apply to stupid people who can't think for themselves, and therefore don't apply to me.
Rewriting the rulebook while everyone was out to lunch.
Saying "shit" at work, where I'm not supposed to.
I wouldn't have gotten caught in the first place...
Making people spontaneously combust.
On the lam! It's not easy being an outlaw.
...Rules were meant to be broken!
Rate your maturity level:
;P
da!!
NOT.
13 years old.
Nonexistant.
Studying at a teaching college.
Half and half, like that creamo you get for coffee.
Simultaneously 8 and 80.
Does this scale have negative values?
Fifteen, maybe sixteen.
I don't wanna grow up, I'm a Toys-R-Us kid!
Pretty high, compared to the rest of these yahoos.
What is your most endearing quality:
My niceness.
That I don't have any.
Endless supply of useless trivia.
Sleeping on the floor if a girl hasn't got a place to sleep.
I'm CUUUUUUUTTTTEEEEE.
How could I possibly choose?! My modesty, then.
The ability to laugh at most anything and any time, albeit occasionally hysterically.
I'm everyone's best friend (or so I've been told.)
I listen really well.
Don't know.
I'm a solutions specialist, and a results oriented team player whose undying thirst for customer satisfaction is outdone only by his desire for quality assurance!
Ask the people I've endeared myself to.ÊHow would I know???
What do you mostly daydream about:
Sleep.
Powered armour, and a needler rifle to go with it.
Multiple men trying to garner my affection.
There are jaguars in mexico, and that's farther south than I'll ever go, and my life is filled with squirrels, ten million beautiful girls.
"Something Psycho This Way Comes."
Winning the lottery.
Girls.
Guys. No, friends. No... Ruling the world from your harem of gorgeous men, while playing trivial pursuit with your friends.
Being at home with friends and family.
The perfect job.
Navy Beans!
Men, super-powers, other worlds, and being a dragon.
One word that describes you physically would be:
Wall.
Fat.
Twitchy.
Beardedbeergut.
Supercallifragelistic.
Marshmallow.
Short.
Intimidating.
Tall.
Doughy.
Average.
Fan-diddly-tastic!
You enter a clothing store and head directly for the :
Hawaii Shirts.
Mirror.
Stripey Socks.
Comfy chair with the magazines.
Soft polor-fleece and flannel things.
Sales section.
Hair accessories.
Cargo pants.
Underpants.
Exit.
Shiny glittery stuff that I would never wear.
Exit, I was only taking a shortcut to the pet store.
Your dream home is:
A castle.
Wherever my friends are.
Over Lucky's.
Kicking Bush out and painting the white house GREEN.
Sitting on the beach out looking the ocean.
Something elaborate, huge, remote, and of my own design.
A two-storey A-frame built into the side of a mountain.
By the beach, with waterfalls and streams through it.
Owned by me, and completely paid off.
A terraformed oil platform, which has been declared an independant nation.
A log cabin in the woods by a private lake.
Made out of bricks - Mr Wolf won't fool me this time!!
How do you deal with problematic people?
With a stern glance.
Annoy them to death.
Ignore them.
Smile and nod.
Try to beat them with logics. If that fails, I get them a few beers and try again.
Make fun of them in ways they won't understand.
Be nice to them, then mutter nastily when they've gone away.
Make them dissappear.
Talk them to death, using circuitous logic.
Make smart ass comments when they leave.
Draw a caricature of them to show how STOOPID they are, and make me laugh and feel better.
I'm the problematic people that others need to deal with!
What do you usually worry about?
Love.
Everything.
Tomorrow.
Friends and family.
Money, and losing weight.
The fact that nothing worries me.
Did I forget to go to class this week?
That I won't be able to finish all of the work I take on.
Food, shelter and keeping my pets safe and healthy.
The idiots in the car behind or in front of me...
Don't worry, be happy.
Will Data ever be human? He deserves better than his cold Android existance! Oh, The HUMANITY of it all!!! Why God, why????!!!!!!!!
(Coding
tricks stolen from the Ydoc Namelock Interactive stolen from the Rubber Duck Quiz
stolen from the Resolutions Quiz
stolen from the Beatle Quiz,
stolen from somebody else, probably stolen from somebody else.)
