You take a needle out of your pocket and start pokeing yourself with it.
"Ow. Ow. Ow." What a stupid idea. You can't kill
yourself with a needle. What kind of idiot ARE you? You're
psychotic, you know? That's what you are. Everyone is after
you. The voices! The voices! Look at all the colors!
Whoop-whoop! Whoop-whoop! $blblbbllblblbbl. Since you've
lost your sanity, you decide upon...
slicing a melon
clawing your eyes out
turning into an avocado bent on self-destruction and mayhem
leaping to your death off a 50-foot cliff while singing about livers and
polka-dotted dresses as you're eating green eggs and ham with lobster theumadore
in a light bernaise sauce with spam
all of the above
By: Psycho B*tch