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Stop me before I kill (you) again.

C'mon everyone, step up to the plate. As much as I enjoy slaughtering Ciuin and Mac, it would be nice to take a 'stab' at someone else.

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Witchy, exhausted from here Reaper Claus shopping extravaganza, is unable to withstand the barrage of gratitude that falls on her head like a dynamited mountain top. She is killed in a hail of thank yous!

Hypnotized by his new gifts, Mac doesn't notice the shark crawling towards him. Tapping him gently on the shoulder the shark asks to play checkers to which Mac replies 'Checkers was invented by republicans!' The shark is so startled it steps back and trips on a massive pile of clothes, severely damaging his fins. After he is sued for all he's worth, Mac lives in his brothers car and can only order off the dollar menu from McDonald's. One night while driving in the drive-thru, Mac is crushed by a falling air conditioning unit.

Andybev01 wrote:Stop me before I kill (you) again.

C'mon everyone, step up to the plate. As much as I enjoy slaughtering Ciuin and Mac, it would be nice to take a 'stab' at someone else.

We could always drag their names in and force them to play. Like a kidnapping. For example, how would you kill Spooky, er... I mean how would Mr. Mufu meet his tragic and unexpected end?

On a crisp fall day Spooky is delighted to receive a huge crate containing exotic and rare Star Wars collectibles, including a signed Princess Leah 'Jabba' bikini.

So distracted was he while slavering over each treasure from an unknown benifactor that he doesn't hear Mrs. Mufu walking up behind him with an ax maniacally chanting "enough enough enough enough...!"

Whack!

witchy wrote:Midnite is off to to save the day when he relized he forgot his batsuit, he calls Alfred, Alfred rushes over in the batmobile when realizes that he could do a much better job then his friend, so he runs him over and puts on the batman suit & saves the day!! Everyone loves Afred!!

And then he dies.

Ciuin snuck into a candy factory late at night to do some five fingered trick or treating. Unfortunatly, Ciuin got greedy and jumped into the chocolate pump, thus being drowned in gooey sticky sweetness. next day the police found a corpse, mummified in chocolate and almonds.

Ms. Monster had always heard that if you drink whisky, you will never get worms. Unfortunately, nobody bothered to tell that to the parasite which had taken up residence in her gut after she ate at that shady Chinese restaurant one evening. When it burst from her stomach, spraying little chunks of intestines all over the walls, Ms. Monster had just enough time to lament her lack of exposure to the finest of single malts distilled on the Isle of Islay before collapsing and dying face down in a pile of her own entrails. The parasite ate her eyeballs, then headed south to California.

Mac went ghost hunting in a boarded up theater, once inside it was clear that there were no ghosts, but lots of homeless people. Mac was afraid, and tried to run, but they chased him to the end of the highest balcony. It was a choice between falling 30 feet onto a rotten old stage, or staying put and being torn limb from limb by the savage bums. (who might have been zombies) He chose. As they watched in surprise, Mac jumped head first from the balcony, his skirt flapping around him in the breeze and landed with a loud thud not on the stage, but a pile of bones left by his pursuers. He thanked his lucky stars, and prepared to exit nursing only a sprained ankle, when the theaters real phantom took him from behind and ripped off his head. (To general applause from the spectators on the balcony.) and threw it into the furnace

Thank you for letting me die with a tan.

When Ms. Monster threw a party, the guest list was longer than a Catholic wedding ceremony. She invited anyone and everyone, so long as they agreed to bring a bottle, and promised not to puke on the carpet. Sadly, her indiscriminate choice of attendees led her to invite a right-wing American militant, who was angry at President Obama for giving him a tax cut and improved access to health care. The militant, on the run from a better organized and more efficiently run justice department, ended up at Ms. Monster's party with a bag of powdered Anthrax, which was mistaken by the revelers for Columbia's Finest. I won't presume to tell you the details of what went on at that party, but Ms. Monster died of Anthrax poisoning two days later.

I love it!!

After the Rob Zombie concert Mac was waiting in line for the autograph signing. A fight broke out between an angry skin head and a wizard. The wizard attempted to cast a spell on the skin head, but he shoved Mac in front of him at the last second. Mac was hit with the spell and turned into a giant chicken. The mob (that had been waiting for hours and hours) was hungry, and started circling around him. There was a struggle, Mac was overpowered. Hogtied and roasted, they began to eat him while he screamed in agony over his burnt and blackened body, but luckily all the nerve endings were crispy so he didn't feel their sharp teeth tearing his skin from the bone. He even joined them for a bite or two before he was nothing more than a skinny skeleton.

Thank you for letting me die thin.

Ms. Monster caught a case of the hiccups that she just couldn't get rid of. After sixteen days and nights of non-stop hiccuping, she threw herself in front of a subway train. There was a slight hiccup in the evening commute that Tuesday, but hardly anyone seemed to mind.