Interdimensional Traveler
"Sorry, I'm not interested..." you say.
"That's a damn shame." says the man. "At least the fishes will eat good tonight..."
Realizing what he means by that statement, you quickly whip out your Interdimensional Traveler remote, and start to press a code. But one of his goons smacks the remote out of your hand before you can press the last button.
"Damn it!" you think.
Two goons hold you down while the man walks up to you, gets out a fountain pen, and shoves it down your throat at a 45-degree angle. You spend the next 7 minutes spewing blood out your mouth like a fountain, while everybody else laughs, then you die in extreme agony.
Hmmm...guess the pen is mightier than the sword after all...or at least, mightier than the remote control anyway...!!!
"That's a damn shame." says the man. "At least the fishes will eat good tonight..."
Realizing what he means by that statement, you quickly whip out your Interdimensional Traveler remote, and start to press a code. But one of his goons smacks the remote out of your hand before you can press the last button.
"Damn it!" you think.
Two goons hold you down while the man walks up to you, gets out a fountain pen, and shoves it down your throat at a 45-degree angle. You spend the next 7 minutes spewing blood out your mouth like a fountain, while everybody else laughs, then you die in extreme agony.
Hmmm...guess the pen is mightier than the sword after all...or at least, mightier than the remote control anyway...!!!
