I rise from the dead, and borrow spider mans webshooter to quickly ensnare Rex and hook him to a rocket heading towards Mars. Then I quickly make off with the cheese in my roadrunner "rip up the road" burst of speed for parts unknown.I mesmerize Chuck with his own avatar until he has a coronary... then I pry it from his cold, dead hand.
Now I have the cheese.
i slip the rat pack with minimal damage, venture deeper into the sewer where i befriend an albino alligator. using GPS to track your movements on the streets above i cut your escape off. we emerge from a storm drain the alligator chomps off both of your legs.
when nothing is left below the elbows i take the cheese.
the cheese is mine.
I rush up behind mm with a giant set of speakers and mike, and yell, BEEP!!!!After realising during the furore that 100 smacks from Sir Quercusone's mighty paddle aint nearly anough of a deterrent i say 'oi, i'll have that back thanks!' Now where are my smacks?
I have the cheese!
I dub myself King of Americaland (except for Iowa, for obvious reasons) and then issue a royal edict to free all cheese. As my loyal subject, you must comply or face 100 hard smacks from Sir Quercusone's mighty paddle.
Now I have the cheese.