Absolutely – under the circumstances, blow that mother away. Mind you I have always thought of game shooting as a particularly barbaric pastime. Don’t get me wrong, I love shooting, but generally people, birds, never.
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Hmmm, tough one. You know really for matters like this prevention is much better than the cure. Personally I am a big fan of plastic sheeting, just lay enough of that shit out all over the floor and then you can go crazy with the chainsaw or whatever. Then you just roll it all up and hey presto, no mess – chuck the whole lot in the nearest incinerator. Unfortunately this is not so good for the environment, and, being an environmentalist, it does bother me somewhat to see all that black smoke. I am thinking of trying hemp matting or something like this for the next job – apparently it soaks up blood rather well and is 100% natural. But back to your question – the real answer is, on a forensic level, you can’t get those stains out. Better to get rid of the whole carpet – and next time be more careful eh?
Well I like the direct nature of this question. I happen to know it came from an American, which does not surprise me, because I took the liberty of having the email traced. So, James Hara of Michigan, I know where you live – perhaps you should consider what people can find out about you before you ask such direct questions eh? But don’t worry, my friends are not going to knock on your door (125 Mt. Pleasant View) anytime soon. At least not before you get back from work at the M2 Graphics Company, which you do around 6pm every night. And say hi to your pet cat Snowflake from me. What’s that? You can’t find Snowflake at the moment? How odd.
Anyway, to answer your question, it helps that the government here is run mainly by one family, so a few political donations to the right party works wonders. Also kidnapping is fairly effective.
Depends on your specific needs compadre. I favour either an armour plated Lexus or, for specialist applications, a Toyota 4WD HiLux with a 50mm Minigun mounted on the back. Both were fairly pricey – the Minigun alone cost about 60 large, but caramba you should see that thing go! I once wasted about 25 of Mendoza la serpiente’s men in 10 seconds flat. But I’ve said too much. Suffice to say it’s the guerilla’s vehicle of choice. Gracias Toyota!
A-ha. How about a hybrid? Apparently they are very popular in countries where petrol prices can be an issue. Here we just hijack a Venezuelan tanker from time to time. Raul, one of the boys from the yacht club, bought Mrs Raul a hybrid and she says her driver is very happy with it. That way you can do your precious shopping and assuage your western guilt complex over the destruction of the environment at the same time.
OK – first step, get some proof. Very important – without proof you might end up with a strange gnawing sensation at the the back of your mind, some call it guilt. When you have absolute 100% rock solid proof of infidelity (ie you see her talking to another man) then, no problem, take your wife out. Just in case you are unsure about this part, I don’t mean to dinner, wink wink.
There was a similar issue with Mrs Dominguez #1 at one point, but that has all been sorted out. I often think about all the silliness that occurred when admiring my rose garden with Mrs Dominguez #2.
After destroying the missile command post at Gluon 5 you have to jump onto the ruined launcher vehicle. Go to the lift shaft on your right and use the zero mass facilitator device (you got that in level 15 right?) to restart the Kobayashi boson fluctuator. Without the fluctuator on the defence field around K4 Mech Station will be too great. Follow the shaft for a while eliminating any psy-humes on the way with your mindpak (set it to ‘brainmelt’ – no time for subtlety). After a few obvious sections you’ll come to the end of the level where you must enter the K4 Mech Station and power down NeuroNet. Crawl under the I-beam and keep hitting the rear lock mechanism with everything you’ve got, avoiding incoming neural waves from the remote mind devices. After a while the lock will open – transmat immediately to the level above the lock and release the B-series nanoswarm into NeuroNet. At least that’s what my nephew told me.
Dios mio this is such a feeble question! How do you define an good person? Just because I shift a few tonnes of product a month and have to spike the odd intransigent on a meathook or chainsaw someone’s legs off from time to time does that make me un hombre muy mal?? Look, the guy hated walking anyway – I probably did him a favour (hmm.. although maybe not the guy on the meathook).
My point is, there is no such thing as a good person – we are all a bad lot and get what we deserve – in my case around 1.5 million USD a month. Heh.
As is the way with so many things in la vida loca it really depends on how much money you have got. The usual way would be to train for years and become a test pilot for a large morally corrupt western imperialist conglomerate such as Lockheed, then transfer to NASA and hope like hell you have ‘the right stuff’ and get selected for the astronaut training programme. Then slave away, until eventually you may or may not be lucky enough to be assigned a mission, on which you may or may not have your body parts distributed all over the southern skies as your shuttle vapourises in a bloody fireball. Alternately you could pay a fantastic sum of money to someone like Richard Branson for a ten minute trip with a group of capitalist pigs into near earth orbit (ie not really outer space at all) in a space plane type thing which hasn’t even been tested yet and will probably end up nose-diving into the Pacific. Personally if this was my ambition, I would either bribe some Russian to get me a place on the next trip to the ISS, or better yet actually hijack a space shuttle. Then you could go where you wanted – (apparently the Kuiper Belt is very nice this time of year).
Probably your best bet, assuming none of the above work for you, would be to buy as many skyrockets as you can afford, strap yourself to them, light the fuse and hope for the best. Or you could just give up and become an accountant.
When I first saw this question I thought, either this guy is super brainy and has asked me a question that surpasseth mine understanding, or, he’s an idiota. Then I realised they were talking about a film I saw on DVD six months ago. There’s some guy called James Bond or something who goes around looking upset and killing people. Frankly I found it a bit dull, none of the bad guys had eye-patches, prosthetic limbs or evil looking white cats and the Bond guy only has about three lines of dialogue most of which I couldn’t understand. And there was some old woman called N or something who did something or other.
