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    Vermonter and Seperatist Member Uesugi Kenshin's Avatar
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    Default Re: What would you do if someone who works with your dad..

    Quote Originally Posted by Papewaio
    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.

    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.
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    Default Re: What would you do if someone who works with your dad..

    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

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    I have become comfortably numb...

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