StarStruckStrumpets said:By my own hand most likely, that, or by the hand of my son. Only blood and blood alike can take my life. I will give my successor a reason for hatred, the young one will hone himself to kill me. We will be standing on a rooftop, the wind and rain battering against us. A sword in hand, the world slows, the rain taps the floor. We charge, locking blades. The battle rages on until finally, the successor plunges his blade through my cold heart. My blood will be spilt, my life will reach it's end.
uh, define win.MaxTheReaper said:"This is a robbery! Everyone put your hands in the air!"
"Awh man, fuck you. I've been standing in this fucking line for like an hour. You can go rob some other bank."
Etc.
Eventually he puts a bullet in my head out of sheer irritation and I fucking win.