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03-04-2004, 05:40 AM
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...  If you can't dazzle 'em with brilliance...Baffle 'em with bullshit My Karma ran over my Dogma God WAS my co-pilot...But, we crashed in the mountains and...I had to eat him I'm suffocating in what's become of me... The rancid remains of what I used to be 
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03-04-2004, 05:49 AM
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You're right! Or!!! It might run into the mouth and also down the throat, because of the sinus shoot.
I'm sorry Rayne. We're being disgusting. I think he's trying to gross me out, and it's not going to happen. :D
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03-04-2004, 11:46 AM
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I wouldn't do it for the following reasons:
1. I don't really want to be immortal. 2. I don' think I'd make a very good God; too much responsibility. 3. There is no such thing as absolute peace. 4. My loved one would be dead, at my hands, and in the most brutal way possible. So, yes, I'd have power, but I also would have to live out eternity knowing what I did and what I did it for. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd do it to anyone else. I'm all for that. Just not someone I love. P.S.~World peace is wishful thinking. Too many different kinds of people for everyone to cooperate. Last edited by X_stfu_X; 03-04-2004 at 11:49 AM.
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03-04-2004, 12:49 PM
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Think of it this way. If you don't kill them, then everything goes on as normal. If you DO kill them, you bring them back and everything is better. But for everything to be better, they have to be temporarily (at least) dead. If I had a friend who was presented with this question, I'd gladly be the one who gets killed, provided they were smart enough to think to bring me back and all.
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03-04-2004, 12:54 PM
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Wouldn't they be angry at you for killing them, or should you just make them forget?
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03-04-2004, 12:57 PM
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I'm not saying I'd go "HEY DAVE!" *Stab in the face*. I'd explain the situation, that I got my trial run so I know it's legit, and to be God, which would clearly benefit us both, I'd have to stab him in the face until he dies, or however they said to do it. If they wanna forget it afterwards, I could do that, but it'd be their choice.
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03-04-2004, 01:03 PM
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That makes sense. Being the world's biggest puss, I would probably not be able to do it, but I see what you mean now.
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03-04-2004, 01:27 PM
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There is no way you can weld someones eyes shut, skin would simply burn/melt at temperatures like that. You might be able to carterize them shut with some sort of burning device, but theres no way you could weld them.
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ARTHUR: Old woman! DENNIS:Man! ARTHUR:Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? DENNIS:I'm thirty-seven. ARTHUR:I-- what? DENNIS:I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. ARTHUR:Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. DENNIS:Well, you could say 'Dennis'. ARTHUR:Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. DENNIS:Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? ARTHUR:I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked-- DENNIS:What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! ARTHUR:Well, I am King! DENNIS:Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-- WOMAN: Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? ARTHUR:How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? WOMAN:King of the who? ARTHUR:The Britons. WOMAN:Who are the Britons? ARTHUR:Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. WOMAN:I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. DENNIS:You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- WOMAN:Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. DENNIS:That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- ARTHUR:Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? WOMAN:No one lives there. ARTHUR:Then who is your lord? WOMAN:We don't have a lord. ARTHUR:What? DENNIS:I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,... ARTHUR:Yes. DENNIS:...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... ARTHUR:Yes, I see. DENNIS:...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,... ARTHUR:Be quiet! DENNIS:...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- ARTHUR:Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! WOMAN:Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. ARTHUR:I am your king! WOMAN:Well, I didn't vote for you. ARTHUR:You don't vote for kings. WOMAN:Well, how did you become King, then? ARTHUR:The Lady of the Lake,... [angels sing] ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king! DENNIS:Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. ARTHUR:Be quiet! DENNIS:Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! ARTHUR:Shut up! DENNIS:I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away! ARTHUR:Shut up, will you? Shut up! DENNIS:Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. ARTHUR:Shut up! DENNIS:Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed! ARTHUR:Bloody peasant! DENNIS:Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
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03-04-2004, 01:30 PM
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use an oxy-aceteline torch at a low temp for 10 seconds. The skin wouldn't melt away. It would partially melt, but then when the heat is gone it would start to cool and solidify more. If 10 isn't enough then do it again.
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03-04-2004, 01:36 PM
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It would burn before it melted, I think using any welding device, even at its low temps. wouldn't accomplish the goal of keeping someones eyes intact, but making there eyelids closed permanently.
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ARTHUR: Old woman! DENNIS:Man! ARTHUR:Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there? DENNIS:I'm thirty-seven. ARTHUR:I-- what? DENNIS:I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old. ARTHUR:Well, I can't just call you 'Man'. DENNIS:Well, you could say 'Dennis'. ARTHUR:Well, I didn't know you were called 'Dennis'. DENNIS:Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you? ARTHUR:I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked-- DENNIS:What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior! ARTHUR:Well, I am King! DENNIS:Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the-- WOMAN: Dennis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do? ARTHUR:How do you do, good lady? I am Arthur, King of the Britons. Who's castle is that? WOMAN:King of the who? ARTHUR:The Britons. WOMAN:Who are the Britons? ARTHUR:Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. WOMAN:I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective. DENNIS:You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes-- WOMAN:Oh, there you go bringing class into it again. DENNIS:That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of-- ARTHUR:Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle? WOMAN:No one lives there. ARTHUR:Then who is your lord? WOMAN:We don't have a lord. ARTHUR:What? DENNIS:I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,... ARTHUR:Yes. DENNIS:...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting... ARTHUR:Yes, I see. DENNIS:...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,... ARTHUR:Be quiet! DENNIS:...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major-- ARTHUR:Be quiet! I order you to be quiet! WOMAN:Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh. ARTHUR:I am your king! WOMAN:Well, I didn't vote for you. ARTHUR:You don't vote for kings. WOMAN:Well, how did you become King, then? ARTHUR:The Lady of the Lake,... [angels sing] ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king! DENNIS:Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony. ARTHUR:Be quiet! DENNIS:Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you! ARTHUR:Shut up! DENNIS:I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away! ARTHUR:Shut up, will you? Shut up! DENNIS:Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system. ARTHUR:Shut up! DENNIS:Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed! ARTHUR:Bloody peasant! DENNIS:Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
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