A raindrop, but only because people don't give enough credence to rain. Every drop is unique, just like a snowflake, and I'd like to think that, as a raindrop, I could educate the world to our importance. Also, I'd be a mischievous bugger and drop on someone's head when they were least expecting it.
Hmm... Pens: Do you prefer them in black or blue?
Sausage!
To be or not to be?
If you can't think of anything else to write for a piece: Don't. Just let it be, then come back to it later. Magic and shit might happen.
That cup of tea in his avatar has blood in it. I heard on the grapevine, he's a vampire, but a nice friendly one, like Angel, but not as wet.
Read between the lines. I don't know why, there's just blankness, but whilst you're doing that, I'm the winner.
Good friggin' Goddess, I'm bored.
Doki Doki Morning... In my head (Yet again, BABYMETAL.)
Roland, you are a pirate!
I would. I can't think of a reason why, but it seems like it would be a good way to spend my time.
What will you do on the day when the wagons come?
Mr Tangle, I love you, but you're a bloody pain my arse. Your holes are screw-sick, your bridge is bent, your neck needs shimming and your electronics are really noisy, but all through the years, we've stuck together. Why? Love. We love each other and the fact that you're a pain in the arse and I'm not very good at playing you, just makes our bond stronger. You're the perfect bass for me because I'm always fighting against you and you're always fighting against me. Never stop because I really don't want a perfect bass. You are perfect in your imperfection.
I find Rebel really quite endearing, and when you hit on a good subject, it's always quite interesting. Our conversations about the Supernatural always make me think.
I'm probably gonna die. I've got a pint's worth of coffee and cappuccino mix and no sugar, so I'm gonna be bouncing off walls.
He's a funny duck. Seems like he's always seeing the bright side of life (*whistles the tune*).
I hate to interrupt your wee argument, but I'm sure you'll find that I win this inane game. Go me.
Quentin Macleod of the clan Macleod, from the Highlander cartoon. Either him, or Vamp from Metal Gear Solid.
What will you do on the day when the wagons come?
I've answered one like this before, but I'll answer again: Female, simply because us dudes have absolutely no idea what it's like to be a woman, so for educational purposes, I'd like to be a female. Preferably a tomboy type. (And insert sexist male comments about boobies here too.)
You're walking down the street and you witness a giant, benevolent, monster coming your way, you have two choices: Run away because you don't know of it's benevolence yet or whip out the camera and film it?
I might, if the price was right.
Would you ever headbutt a rampaging dinosaur?
Nae friggin' idea what you mean with such an ambiguous choice, but I'll go with wheat, simply because one can eat it.
If you were stranded in the desert and it was scorching hot, would you rather have infinite food or infinite water?
Hail to the beauty of the amplified headphone jack!
When there are no doubts.
Should one really brag about the size of their forehead?
I'm the winner, but not for long, I know because I'm about to make like Johnny Sasaki and be beaten and have my clothes stolen by a hot female.
Flockynockynihilipilification, which means "to render something as useless". Ironically, the word itself is pretty useless. Oh, and here's a twist on supercalifragilistic that might amuse word lovers, ad possibly the best headline I've ever read: "Super Callie go ballistic, Celtic are atrocious." Happened the next day after Inverness Caledonian Thistle beat Celtic. I think they won the FA cup, or whatnot, which was unprecedented for a wee team like ICT.
I don't like football, honest. What do you have a surprising breadth of knowledge about, despite professing to not like it?
Ambulates in a figure-of-eight-kind-of-way.
Turkey, but only if I was forced. I'm sick of white meat!
The natural progression, then... White meat or red meat?
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