I block your attempt to hit me, because you probably did, with Raisons du Coeur. He/she dies in a catastrophic explosion as I watched in horror. While Tech.no.38800715 is distracted by such a horrifying scene I hit him/her with the metal shovel.
I have a metal shovel, Raisons du Coeur's arm, and Tech.no.38800715's body.
If you say you can, or say you cannot, you are right.
I throw Raisons du Coeur down a flight of stairs. The hilarity causes you to malfunction or something. Anyhow I hit you with a crowbar, knocking you out.
I have Steam.
If you say you can, or say you cannot, you are right.
I walk through the unlocked door, unplug the power, make friends with the guards, and crack the code by putting in all the possible combinations. :3 Finally, I punch you. You cry and run away.
I have a pancake, evil beware!
If you say you can, or say you cannot, you are right.
Your one true love falls for you. You get married and have three wonderful children. You live happily for twenty years. You love and trust your partner with all of your heart. One night after coming home from work you find a stranger's coat on your living room chair. You walk toward your bedroom and hear noises of two people coming from behind the door. You open the door and find your partner in bed with someone else. This has been going on for ten years with several people.
You divorce and have your children taken from you, your home and most of your possessions taken from you, and you now ust pay your partner half of everything you earn because you lost your case in the most pathetic and frustrating way possible. You start drinking.You get into fights and wake up with your kidneys missing. You try getting to a phone but are too weak to make it more than a few steps from the tub of ice you woke up in. You die there in that dirty bathroom floor. No one cares. No one remembers you.