Collapse the cats wavefunction using the energy to remake your missing arm parts!
As specified, it took place on "the grounds". What that means is the estate you have been supposing is your private country manor is, in fact, a facility for the sequestration of the "reality challenged".What do you do if the master of the Brain Teaser thread stil doesn't get the difference between a stupid quetion and a "What do you do if" question after all this time?
Ask the Master a "Stupid Quention" in the form of A "What do you do if" question, it's in a 'Stupid Quention' format, so they won't have a clue what to do, if??
I would try to figure out how come I get trapped Outside .
Pretend to be his Evil tWin brother.
Oh, Andy! That is a very tough question. I always sucked at head to wall fusion problems in my Human Anatomy To Building Structure Fusion Physics classes, so I'm going to have to pass on this one.What do you do if your pinky finger fuses to a window pane? (This one's elementary, anyone can get this one.)
Trun on the TV , and watch Discovery Channel :P
Start a religious cult which claims that money is evil and that God has revealed to you that if you can only purify enough souls in the world by getting them to abandon their money (by giving it to you) then paradise will exist on earth. What do you do if you slip and fall into a spring-fed pool while holding a fistfull of pebbles and crying out "See? See?", and once under the water, you are approached by a goldfish named Harold, who signals in American Goldfish Sign Langauge that your trouser fly is unzipped, your shoestrings are untied, and your Mudah wears army boots?
You grab Harold by the tail, smack him over the head with your rocks, dropping them in the process, thus bouyancy starts you back to the surface where you grab a plastic bag, fill it with water, placing Harold into the bag, and going to the local theater. There, you rent the theater stage for the next month, start sending out everywhere the advertizing telling everyone that you have a TALKING GOLDFISH!, that will bring you in the capital you need to start all of the lawsuits that you are now going to file against everyone who never responded to you when you said "See! See!"
Push her tongue back into her mouth*[/color], give her a good hair wash, and cut, styled to whatever attracts the least amount of attention towards her now oversized nose, and prey that no one notices.
Since Marzipan is a mixture of honey and ground almonds most people being pursued make the mistake of running to the nearest body of water and jumping in with the mistaken notion the monster will dissolve upon hitting the water. In fact, it takes hours for a Marzipan monster to dissolve in water. So, avoid this common mistake and go for setting it on fire somehow, instead.What do you do if you're hit from behind by a particularly intense blast of Gamma Rays, from a Gamma Ray Burst somewhere out in space while you are photographing the Queen of England and all that shows up on the negative is an x-ray of your own chest?
Don't tell anyone that it is really your chest x-ray, tell them all it was a supernatural phenomenon and you captured one the the Queens dead ancestors on film, (Develop the positive!) and sell your story, to the tabloids, for "Mililililililillions of Dollars", take all of the money you get, and spend the rest of your life, traveling the world, investing in all the 'right' flourishing stocks/bonds/markets, and sharing your wealth, of spirit, and life by assisting in charitable fundraising, and funding, for the rest of the needy in the world!
I immagine they'll rename it "Frost Heave Road".What do you do if you're riding down Frost Heave Road in a chariot pulled by Kangaroos and with each jump they only cover half the remaining distance to your destination?
Same thing I always do when traveling to Xeno's place, call ahead and have the inn moved!
Get my knife and fight the new monster, and then EAT it :D
Go from choking, to gagging, to spitting, to raging, to laughing, as to make it seem like it's all a part of the chorus!
It's funny you should ask that quetion because once, when I was riding aboard a steam locomotive bound for Tierra del Fuego via Bogota and Buenos Aires, a donut vendor came on board and began selling his greasy topographical monstrosities as the finest chicken feed that could be had. He began to demonstrate how the donuts could be slipped over the feet of the chickens who were sharing the train car with us, such that the birds became responsible for carrying their own food supply. He sold out. A couple hours later when all the chickens were dead, slippery, and crumby, he was nowhere to be found.What do you do if your teenage daughter comes home unexpectedly from college and walks in on you while you're dressed up like Albert Einstein standing in front of a blackboard in the living room giving a lecture to an imaginary group of students?
?What do you do if you wake up in a perpendicular universe where your favorite website is suddenly some sort of cyber-billboard?
Learn to spell, properly, and keep the Faith!
Find out for yourself that sometimes you just have to admit you were wrong, and go on living...
Realize that you are on a "comedy page"!
Give yourself up for adoption..
Ans: Don't answer them.
SpreadEagle and FLY!
Start singing "Me, and my Shadow"!
You know, it's funny you should ask that question because once, back before optics were understood as they are today, there was a young man who ws very bored at 6:26 AM and couldn't wait for the sun to fully rise so he could examine the palm of his hand under a magnifying glass. Some think he was about to debunk the whole arena of palm reading, others that he was on the verge of discovering everyone's fingerprints are unique, others thought he was just going to burn himself. A large crowd gathered, impatiently awaiting the results of the experiment. When at last he raised the magnifying glass to his eye and looked through it at his palm, he said: "I spent 20 minutes composing a fascinating and byzantine response to Mr. Robin Parson's last question, but before I could post it, someone jumped in with a bit of fluff they had carelessly tossed off, and now I got nothin'."What do you do if, while you're crawling on all fours toward a gutter or ditch you frequent in your spare time you find an envelope addressed to Mr. Robin Parsons, and, upon holding it up to the sun you can read through the paper to see that it is a request from the CIA that he stop sending them doctored photographs showing the current Prime Minister of Canada peering out of the corner sixth floor window of the Texas School Book Depository holding a Mannlicher Carbine rifle?
Blackmail him to cover the hefty fee they charge at the Betty Ford Clinic.
Consider the following course of action a person in that situation might take: he might crawl on all fours toward the closet where he keeps a large store of theatrical costumes, and select his tried and true, historically accurate, Leo Slizzard costume. Having donned it he might then fly to Princeton, N.J., USA, and wander the campus muttering to himself "I must find Professor Einstein and warn him." This would be a very entertaining time killer indeed. Then, when the bored and careless respondent has gone off line, he could then sit and compose a long, creative response, in the hope that someone will respond in kind.
Stop and ask him where did he get that exquisite outfit, and who tailored it to fit sooooooooo well for him! (and NO! you don't get NO chocolate!)
What you do is pull your mind together and realize that he seems to be speaking your words because he is you, you are he, the walrus is Paul, and Mr. Robin Parsons is simply one of the many alter egos invented by the Prime Minister during his years of suffering from muliple personality disorder.What do you do if, when crawling on all fours from your tent toward the Prime Minister's palace to take your rightful place as leader of Canada, now that your personality confusion has cleared up, you suddenly remember that the last time you left the palace a few years before, you forgot to unplug your little water heater that you used to make tea in the second floor office?
Call my aide, blame them, and have them F-I-R-E-D for it!
Clearly you have a major power to put words in people's mouths. Therefore, write an essay containing the line "Send all your money to Mr. Robin Parsons", cede the copywrite, and deliver it to the very same above politicians. Soon the line will be repeated all over Canada.
Hope that this 'policy' winds up having the same effect as their past policy efforts at getting all Canadians to paint their cars Pink![/color] (so that they could tell everyone that they all lived in a Pink[/color] Car[/color]nation)
