As this is clearly the ultimate attack, and I have no way of defending myself from the horrors that reside within those pages, I read the book from front to back and then proceed to grab your gun, shoot you in the face, and then commit suicide.

You actually shot a fake head that was an attachable to my actual head, which is null.bmp.


MAULER SHOTGUN TO THE FACE!

YOUR MAULER SHOTGUN HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM THE GAME!

I FIRE MY TRAILBLAZER!

THE TRAILBLAZER IS ACTUALLY A CAR, AND IT GOES NO FARTHER THAN 2 METERS.

I USE CAPS ATTACK!

i counter your attack with my lowercase attack!

i ues teh porwes of bbad grammmer too melt ur brian

exept i am mlg pro noskopa so u mis

I give you the cold shoulder.

Shoulder Sweaters (TM)

2470 No scope XXX off the walls with a flamethrower for some reason.

I refuse to accept the attack and therefore deny its existence.

I throw an abnormally large and extremely heavy piece of butter on you.

I pick up the butter and give it to "Sky"

He rages because of butter and does 10.000 mod spotlights that crushed you.

I let out all the pain crying.

THE MANLY TEARS BEGIN TO DROWN YOU.

I drink them, because I am more manly.

Then I fire a beam of manly-tear-water concentrated enough to slice through steel at you.

Steel is now the strength of wind.

The wind is now a hurricane and it crushes you in your house! (Too soon?)

Psh, that was just an usually warm but otherwise normal winter day come 2 months early.
I drop a train on you.

Hope to god this isnt dark magiks, and throw a small rock at the train, however, i rolled a 20! So another train materializes and eats its.

Flashbang.

You cannot flash me, I have Sec shades!
I proceed to robust the ♥♥♥♥ out of you in a Durand.