in a blaze of...something
I've decided how I want to go out.
I want to have hostages.
And make the most horrifyingly frustrating demands ever.
"I want $120,000. And an old-timey bicycle. The kind with the big wheel in the front. And Sir Isaac Newton's skull, bronzed; mandible unbronzed, of course. And a better mousetrap. And Avogadro's Number in purple dark chocolate M&Ms; some may be peanut butter, optionally. And a unicorn that's friends with a leprechaun, named Patt with two 't's; either the unicorn or the leprechaun may fill the naming requirement. And the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle. No, not this Sunday's. Next Sunday's."
"Sir, I don't think we-"
"[BANG] DO YOU -WANT- THESE PEOPLE TO DIE?"
I want to have hostages.
And make the most horrifyingly frustrating demands ever.
"I want $120,000. And an old-timey bicycle. The kind with the big wheel in the front. And Sir Isaac Newton's skull, bronzed; mandible unbronzed, of course. And a better mousetrap. And Avogadro's Number in purple dark chocolate M&Ms; some may be peanut butter, optionally. And a unicorn that's friends with a leprechaun, named Patt with two 't's; either the unicorn or the leprechaun may fill the naming requirement. And the Sunday New York Times crossword puzzle. No, not this Sunday's. Next Sunday's."
"Sir, I don't think we-"
"[BANG] DO YOU -WANT- THESE PEOPLE TO DIE?"