You're in a queue at a supermarket and somebody pushes in front of you, do you:
Step back to increase the distance between you.
Ask them if they're Steve - Don't you owe me an 8-ball?
Stagger into them and breath fumes in their face.
Push back in front of them.
Chat them up.
DESTROY THEM UTTERLY.
It's your birthday. You want:
Fucking.
A mini-bar.
Whatever's most popular right now.
Knives.
A lock.
Some pills, some powder, a mirror.
Recharge time! To keep your bio-mechanical circuits and gears ticking over, do you prefer:
Meths.
Cocaine.
Adrenaline.
Dead spiders.
Saliva.
Water.
FIGHT! You run into your arch-nemesis in a dark alleyway. He goes for his guns, do you:
Offer to solve things in bed.
Draw your own, milliseconds quicker.
Mow them down with a pair of autocannons.
Pass out.
Run away cackling then catch them unawares later.
Bottle them.
You wake up in the morning and you're out of milk - which of this is acceptable to put on your cornflakes?
Water.
Heroin.
Wine.
Vodka.
Blood.
Cream.
SPOT QUIZ - what's the square root of minus-one?
All numbers look the same.
Is that a cocktail?
I can show you my root if that's what you mean.
Hate.
That is an imaginary number, you dolt.
Trippy, man.
You put your card in the ATM and it refuses to give you your money - what do you do?
Stroke the screen gently until money shoots out.
Attempt to interface with the RS232 port.
Scowl and sulk.
Repeatedly punch the screen until it cracks.
Give up and go to the pub next door.
Phone your dealer and tell him there's been a problem.
Someone in the flat next door has started playing a musical instrument. Loudly. What do you do?
Move to another city.
Put on your headphones and get shitfaced.
Strike up a harmony on your sax.
Notice how the melody seems to melt into the wallpaper.
Knock on the door and give them something else to play with.
Smash through the wall and pierce their throat with a drill.
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