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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: The Frozen Tundra
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Feb 11th, 2003, 04:55 PM
My dream death'd have to be where I donate my body to science where they replace my body with a cyborg that would shoot 10000 angry kittens out of the arms, rapid-fire, uncontrollably; but as soon as I ran out of kittens I would have a massive aneurysm and my brain would explode. I would race against the clock, running from pet store to pet store, reloading with kittens, trying to extend my life as long as possible while simultaneously unleashing waves of angry kittens helplessly. Finally, trapped on a city bus that final oragne fluffy ragdoll would eject and I'd spray cerebellum all over the old woman in the handicapped seat.
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