May 08, 2006

• I would return the salmon mousse.
• That's quite creepy. I guess I'd probably do what most of those people seem to be doing: stare in disbelief for a few moments, entirely too conscious of my own breath, then turn around, then turn around again, then stare in disbelief again. I couldn't really tell: is the cash register girl falling over? Or is she just ducking down or something?
• I'd whip around, grabbing anything handy that could be used as a weapon, and pummel the old man with the scythe into a pulp, then leap up, touselled, sweating and bloodstained, yelling "I've slain Death! I've slain Death! We shall all live forever!!" I would then have a celebratory Snickers, and walk into the day while the very gods on Olympus bow in awe of my power. A lambent green light would then emanate from my eyes, verdantly illuminating all they set upon; my gore-crusted cudgel would transmogrify into a glorious Sword of surpassing keenness, reflecting the sun prism-like in rays of purest colored light, and my now-unshod feet would lift slowly off the base earth, as I assume a perfect lotus and glide foward to greet my subjects, the now-deathless peoples of the world.
• What Fes said.
• On second thought, I think I'd offer to treat Death to a nice sandwich at this little shop I know, and just, you know, pick his brain, because I bet Death is just really really interesting and I'd love to hear some of the fascinating stories about fascinating people he's met, and then I'd invite him back to my place for an undoubtedly very memorable shagging session, and then I'd brag to all my friends that I fucked death.
• When, in fact, Nick, Death had fucked you.
• Well, Death will fuck all of us in the end.
• Oh no he won't! The only mythological figure I'd let take me up the ass would be Jesus.
• is he a good kisser?
• Ask that Judas dude. Look all he went thru after that...
• wow, Fes, yr sex appeal quotient just went up about 1000% ...A lambent green light would then emanate from my eyes, verdantly illuminating all they set upon; my gore-crusted cudgel would transmogrify into a glorious Sword of surpassing keenness, reflecting the sun prism-like in rays of purest colored light, and my now-unshod feet would lift slowly off the base earth, as I assume a perfect lotus and glide foward to greet my subjects, the now-deathless peoples of the world.
• I'd smile, knowing that I could rest at last.
• i meant death, silly, not jesus! have you ever heard of the 'kiss of jesus?'
• Yeah, you can get that pretty cheap on Castro right?