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Anyway, I'd buy a piece of Antarctica on which I'd build a palace. There I'll scheme up a plan to conquer the world. Once I have acheived world domination, I'll develop a cure for death (to be used on your's truly), afterwhich I'll spread my wrathful tentacles to the farthest reaches of the universe!
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A cure for death?
"Hello, Mrs Hargreeves, not again, surely? Okay, take two of these a day, and try not to get run over by any more buses. Carol! Next patient, please!"
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Anyway, I'd buy a piece of Antarctica on which I'd build a palace. There I'll scheme up a plan to conquer the world. Once I have acheived world domination, I'll develop a cure for death (to be used on your's truly), afterwhich I'll spread my wrathful tentacles to the farthest reaches of the universe!
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And I thought my plan to take control of my local Polo factory and fill in all the holes was fiendishly mischievious.
As for what I'd do for a billion pounds... what? Dollars? Oh, okay, for a billion dollars, I'd get a gun, point it at the person with the briefcase and say threatening things. I might even shoot him or her for a bit, but I'd make sure to phone for an ambulance/herse after scuttling away with the money, sniggering.
What I'd do with it? Buy out Encyclopaedia Britannica and rename it The Oddworld Encyclopedia, obviously.