I would undoubtably be a villan of some sort, probably the head of a big scary improbably public evil organization. It'd be pretty sweet, because by law of evil I'd always end up with more than I had, even if the old base was blown up last week by pesky do-gooders. As long as I get my nifty bad...
A suit of Mandalorian Armor, complete with gear, for the breakout and world domination;
A nice three piece suit, and my own natural charm for the girl;
And a Holy ICBM to deal with that pesky god.
Well, I already don't care for company, and having all the time in the universe, it would be a matter of time before I conquered the earth and forced humanity to colinize the stars, so I would always have people to hang out with, if I really felt the need.
Pretend I'm saying something profound...
Or perhaps,
Oh shit, I hate it when I'm right.
Or maybe,
I fucking knew it!
Most likely:
Well would you look at that, doctor, I win.
David Tenant, of course! With his rich Scottish accent, not the english one he used for Doctor Who. He'd make the most mundane tasks sound like they were facinating, and my greatest accomplishments seem trivial beside sandwich making.
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