I NOM THE FISHIE
Then I spit it back at you because it tastes bad. WHAT THE ♥♥♥♥ IS THIS, SHARK MEAT??

I catch the half eaten fish in my mouth and then spit it back into your mouth.

I slap the fish out of mid air and get back to real fighting.

I shoot you with a wall breaking, armor piercing infra-red scoped 50.cal sniper.

I sit inside my reactive-armoured M1 Abrams and listen to your shot ping off from the safety of the insides.
Then I fire my main cannon at you. :3

I sit inside an experimental model of a Nazi tank made of awesome Nazi-Diesel-Punk Metal. Your shot hits the frontal armor and ceases to exist.

I create a coke + menthos cannon and attack you.

I win the wet t-shirt contest.

I shove my trophy in your face.

I take the trophy and thank you for lending it to me.
I melt it down and create a SOLID GOLD PAIR OF AVIATORS and put them on.
My coolness freezes you.
THATS HOW COOL I AM

The weight of a SOLID GOLD pair of aviators breaks your nose.
And ears.

I don't need ears or a nose to be a tapeworm.

I become Bear Grylls and eat you, without even needing to do it.

I stab you with a spear made of branches and plastic.

actually it doesnt because the trophy would weigh less than 2 pounds so the glasses made out of them would be an equal weight


regardless;

i snap the spear in half and shove it down your throat

I have a deepthroat, so no problem with that ;3

I throw a stone at you.

I can handle being stoned.

I take advantage of your deepthroat




By shoving a sword down it.

Little did you know I am a professional sword-swallower.

I puke the sord out at you.

The handle hits me.

I fly off the handle.