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2. Someone turns around to catch you picking your nose.
Uh, no, I'm pretty sure that wouldn't happen.
I haven't done that since I was... well, I know twelve is still a little old to be doing it, but I swear... I quit.
I stick my finger ridiculously far into my nose, to make them laugh!
I take my finger out of my nose and wave.
I turn around to catch my friend picking her nose. She sticks it further in to be funny. Hahh...
I had an itch, that's all!
Me, pick my nose? Please. *slaps the back of your head and walks away*
3. What's your kind of car?
Nice, but not showy.
A four-passenger of some sort, with a smooth ride.
I love my big truck.
I prefer to ride on the back of a friendly monster.
A sports car would be nice.
Dark and fast.
I'm more interested in who's driving it.
4. So what's your "status"?
My status on what?
Single and looking!
Ewwwww!
I'm taken, pretty content with that.
I'm working on it.
I'm dating some one, but I'm not sure about my feelings.
I don't need anyone.
5. Let's say you're on a date.
We'd get dinner, maybe do something fun, and talk the whole time.
I wouldn't mind something romantic.
I'd act normal and pretend we were just friends, while wondering how I was talked into this.
But I don't... date...
It would just be innocent fun. Wish we could get a little closer, though.
We would be close and have fun, but in the back of my mind I would worry that I'm not doing the right thing.
I've given up on dating. My last one was pretty racy, though.
6. Kiss good night?
It depends on whether you're an imbecile or not.
Yes, please!
Ahubbahwah?! Um!
No way!
If I can get away with it.
Sure, but I won't make the first move.
Maybe.
7. You pass a robed man in the street preaching fire and brimstone.
Doesn't he know the beneficial attributes of gentle, philosophical debate and mutual respect?
He's looking at me! *rushes on*
Hah, it would be totally hilarious if he was on fire.
This guy is really ticking me off. I think I'll challenge him with some Scripture.
I shake my head, a little annoyed, and wonder if I should do something.
I call him a name as I pass.
That man is gonna scare people away from the Gospel! Someone should do something!
8. Local law enforcement arrives and arrests the man. Due to a misunderstanding, they arrest you, too.
I should have kept my mouth shhut.
But, but, I didn't doooo anything!
Whoa, hey, I didn't mean to actually set him on fire!
Surely they know I'm only a child and not to be blamed for these riots...
I sigh quietly and wait for us to arrive at the station.
Oh, just perfect! What &#$@# perfect @#$* this is!
I try to reason with the officers as we drive away.
9. You realize that you'll get one phone call. Who will bail you out?
I guess I'll call my best friend/love interest.
I'm calling my big brother! *sniff*
Ugh. The only people I could call who wouldn't FREAK OUT on me are probably already in jail.
I suppose I should call the person who is most able to help me.
I'm dreading the looks on my parents' faces.
My family is going to laugh a LOT about this one.
I'll get out of this one myself.
10. Wait! Those aren't cops! They're X-D agents!
Aw, great.
I thought they looked familiar! Guess I'll be picking my handcuffs, then.
I am going to die.
*stunned*
I take a deep breath, pray, and accept the inevitable.
I gulp, pray, and hope for the best.
These dregs again? I will smash their faces in.
11. The squad car parks in a remote area, and the "officers" come around to let you out of the car.
I run!
I swing both fists into the nearest man's head, bending as he falls, and snatch his gun before his partner can react.
Dropping my handcuffs, I flip onto the roof of the car, rolling onto the other side where they can't find me. Then I grab the pistol strapped to my ankle.
Appearing calm, I ask the subordinate agent deep and profound questions. Stall a little.
I ask the leader to deliver a message to my family.
I glare at the X-D and await my death with dignity.
I fight them. In my handcuffs. And I kick butt.
12. Here comes the calvary!
You're late.
Thank God! I run over and hug the nearest gunman.
Alright! Everyone's joining the party!
Wow. Apparently all I had to do was stall.
Some one runs up to undo my handcuffs, and then I join the fight.
The lieutenant covers me, and the fight is over soon.
Good. Now I can stop bluffing. Like I'd actually shoot that guy?
13. Well believe it or not, we're all safe and nobody died!
No thanks to you.
I'm still hugging the nearest gunman.
Yeah! And now I want pop!
That's good, really. But I think I'll stick to computer work from now on.
I'm thinking all that was worth it, just because my crush gave me a hug.
This looks like a good place to sneak away for a romantic moment.
Whoo! Yeah, and they say there's no God.