*looks around* How come everyone gives out their planes? That's kinda stupid, ya know. It's sooo James Bond and his army of lovers... Wait, army of lovers is a music group, right? Oh, to &%¤¤ with that. Don't think you can defeat me. I've already begun my victorious trail against world, no, space, no, everything domination! Mwuahahahahaa! And no, I wont tell ya how.
About the money:
Hmm... Depends on whatever I had to do. I've done some things in my life (i remember one thing. It tasted like soap in my mouth all the remaining day...). But I wont kill myself or throw myself to close-to-a-certain-death.
What I would do:
Err... I would... Do you think I would give out my plans?! I'm too intelligent to do that! You on the other hand, couldn't trick me into giving it out when you any time now could die because your small brain forgot to keep you breathing. Not even under torture. Hm? What are you doing with that thing? *gulps* Oh no, take that away... I wont give it out. Lay that down now, buddy.... heheh, nice joke, now put it away.... ..... ..... buddy?.... .... .... .... AARGH! *takes a really hastened retreat, all the time calling for my mother*
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