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what if
when cars got into accidents, all of the wheels would suddenly pop off and it would collapse.
when you got into a fight, you jumped into a smoke cloud with that person(s). random fist(s) and legs would emerge for a second. you might even be able to crawl out of the smoke could for a minute without the other person realizing it.
anvils dropping on people would exist, but they wouldnt get hurt permanently.
when you went to run away, your legs would spin around creating a blurry circle, then you sped off almost immediately after the spinning took place for a second.
when you walked, a musical instrument sounded with every one of your footsteps, and a symphony of noise followed your life, enhancing your point.
dynamite made an explosion to the tune of 3sq ft, and after having your face charred and hair burnt, you could go back quite normally to the person that bombed you, and drop an anvil on them.
you could put on a wig and long eye lashes and walk around pretending to be a woman, and everyone would not only believe you, but answer your every command due to your apparent beauty.
you could pull a 5' mallet out of your pocket and hammer someone into a pancake, only to see them unfold as would an accordian.
goddamn cartoons ruining my outlook on life.
when cars got into accidents, all of the wheels would suddenly pop off and it would collapse.
when you got into a fight, you jumped into a smoke cloud with that person(s). random fist(s) and legs would emerge for a second. you might even be able to crawl out of the smoke could for a minute without the other person realizing it.
anvils dropping on people would exist, but they wouldnt get hurt permanently.
when you went to run away, your legs would spin around creating a blurry circle, then you sped off almost immediately after the spinning took place for a second.
when you walked, a musical instrument sounded with every one of your footsteps, and a symphony of noise followed your life, enhancing your point.
dynamite made an explosion to the tune of 3sq ft, and after having your face charred and hair burnt, you could go back quite normally to the person that bombed you, and drop an anvil on them.
you could put on a wig and long eye lashes and walk around pretending to be a woman, and everyone would not only believe you, but answer your every command due to your apparent beauty.
you could pull a 5' mallet out of your pocket and hammer someone into a pancake, only to see them unfold as would an accordian.
goddamn cartoons ruining my outlook on life.