A: I don't fear death, I fear tasty, cookie by-products dipped in slime made from the entrails of a cat eaten by a lion after it escaped from a zoo, then got run over by a redneck who drove a Buick made in Indiana, where a assembly line worker that swallowed a rabbit that was the great, great, great, great grandson of the rabbit Merlin pulled from his hat when he was a child, thus making him a Wizard, and serving King Arthur, was killed in a tragic shmelting accident.
Q: What would happen if I created an alternate universe, and killed myself with a shtick, after making myself immortal in this universe?
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