Take 1 50lb package of C4. Mail said C4 to bad guys house. Watch house blow up.
or just hit him with a golf cart.
Take 1 50lb package of C4. Mail said C4 to bad guys house. Watch house blow up.
or just hit him with a golf cart.
Why do you hate Freedom?
The US is marching backward to the values of Michael Stivic.
Doesn't anyone like my suggestion?![]()
At your service, Evil Maniac From Mars, King of Attention Seekers.
I'd slavishly agree with him, egg him on to tell bad things about my dear father, work my way into his trust and then stab him in the back 10 years down the line when he least expected it!
Seriously dude, do what you think is right, becuse its normally the right thing to do.
Wow, what a cop out answer - I'm the king of cop outs!!!
Gentlemen,
Let us refrain from talk of violence. It fits not with the Frontroom's intent.
Unto each good man a good dog
There are better and more humane ways anyway:Originally Posted by Beirut
"Tell me about your childhood trauma... "
Errrrr... Ted?Originally Posted by Kaiser of Arabia
I wouldn't care, I really really dislike my father and if someone is spreading false rumors about him why should I defend him? It's not like he treats me with respect or goes out of his way to help me out.
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
Respect is a two way street.
Like a smile normally begets a smile. Showing respect for someone else, particularly behind their back will in turn show that you are a person worthy of respect.
Throw on a business suit (preferably an Armani but any standard suit would work), and then hire two big thugs (both wearing Tuxedos and preferably Italian) to accompany you. Walk up to him slowly and have the two thugs push him into a wall and then duct tape the dudes mouth shut. And then you walk up to him and get as close to his face as possible and tell him using the best mafioso accent you have "I hear you've been saying things about a business partner of Mr. Ferelli, I believe his name is Insert Name Here . We Don't appreciate this kind of slander very well, you rat ******* son of a *****." Then Slap him across the face as hard as you can and then get back into his face again "If I hear you've said a word to anyone about Insert Name Here or our little meeting, your eye is gonna meet this sodering Iron" [Proceed to dangle a hot sodering Iron as close too one of his eyes as possible] Then laugh menacingly, have the two thugs rip off the duct tape from his mouth as quick as possible (be sure to make the duct tape contact the area between his upper lip and nose), and then have one of the thugs sock him in the gut as hard as possible (to double him over) and make a quick getaway.
A. It would scare the living crap out of the guy
B. If you get caught by the police, you'll probably get an award for showmanship
Originally Posted by Papewaio
Would be nice if it would work with him, but I have shown him respect before, for a significant amount of time, and he never treated me better. Ah, well only two more years here.
"A man's dying is more his survivor's affair than his own."
C.S. Lewis
"So many people tiptoe through life, so carefully, to arrive, safely, at death."
Jermaine Evans
I'd take him to my Evil Lai...i mean place of buisness, show him around, tell him ALL my evil pla....i mean buisness secrets and when the tour ends i show him my grand exit lobby, suddenly before he knows anything a swimming pool opens up in the middle of the floor, Sharks with lasers on their heads thrash menicingly at him. My guar...workers all point there work-issue spaz shotgun's at him, leaving him only one area of escape, out the large, circualr window. He jumps out only to find that he has to walk through a rainstorm on soe slippery jagged rocks. i start firing to egg him onwards, he slips, breaks his leg and dies three hours later.
and THAT is how it's done
Ian of Smeg, Professional Villain
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb...
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