Aimless wrote:I paint the hill pink and set up a Somebody Else's Problem field. You, your several trillion atomic robot zombie slaves, and the rest of the universe proceed to forget that the hill ever existed, because it's not their problem.
My hill.
we all know exactly what we're looking for, so the SEP doen't work
spamalot's hill.
But you didn't know that the hill was pink. So, it's still :
nicly done, that was the most original i've heard in a while, I lock you to a magicians knife board and throw varying degrees of sharp insturmants at it, severing different parts of your body until I get to the chainsaws, my hill
Wait until you're near the edge, then sneak up behind you in a crappy Halloween costume. Either I scare you off, or you start laughing so hard that you fall off and impale yourself on a flagpole that you had erected in your honor. Oh the irony of it all.
i take my famous kneecapping stick, whack your knees, and while you writhe on the ground in pain, i impale you with my flagpole like Vlad the Impaler, who was quite good at the business of impaling things.
I find the fattest man in the world and hire him to sit on you. I then get some random semi-innocent bystander and pay him to take your flattened corpse and throw it off of the hill onto the re-erected flagpole.
i find a rabid badger on the hill side, handle it with care up to the hill top, where i place it on top of your head. As you fumble with this badger, i go for a small walk, and upon my return, find you in a fit of rage from the rabies. I then pull out my shotgun and shoot you in the stomach, evicerate you, and then let the vultures clean up while i post my new flag.
I get a small platoon of rabid chipmunks and convince them all to go into a cage (no clue why they listened to me). Upon reaching the top of the hill I release them. They immediatly run up and bite your balls off, causing temporary insanity in which you decide to commit suicide by jumping onto your re-re-erected flagpole.
I grab that freaky ass clown from it, and get him to tear your jugular from your throat, then shake it around a bit for my own amusment as i burn your flag to the ground and re-re-re-reerect mine.
I get a group of mimes to distract/terrify you while I bribe your imaginary friend to drive you crazy. You get into an argument with them and end up falling and impaling yourself on your re-re-re-erected flagpole. Your corpse is buried, and I dance on your grave to my hearts content, afterwhich I'm too tired to go elsewhere so I just collapse on your grave and fall asleep (probably drooling quite a bit)
Moving On