Probably plenty more where this one came from...

[coffee_lifeform]

I awoke this morning from a particularly odd dream; I was in a sitting room of an unidentifiable house with some of my cousins, and I was practising shooting (I can't really remember if I was firing a crossbow or a gun) at a target over the fireplace, as there was a Monster (never properly identified, just Something Bad) on its way, and for some

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[coffee_lifeform]

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Right! That's it!

/picks up chainsaw and marches towards Donegal

You've left me no other choice - I'm cutting the county off and letting you float towards the Rangers areas of Glasgow. Let's see how far your anti-Corkonialism* gets you there!

*this is a real word. I've just made it up now and I'm far too proud of it to let it fade into obscurity.

[stabarinde]

There's a third option - gestalt prophetic insight into the inevitable zombie Armageddon.

I get them all the time.

There's a 4th option as well - there's work to be done in the near future, and you feel that there will be a certain amount of stepping up to do, and you may be the only person who can, or should, do it.

Of course the facts of this should be tempered by your notoriously unrealistic expectations of yourself - for example, you may feel that there *is* an impending zombie Armageddon, and that you are the *only* person capable of forestalling it or ending it. Which is pants, of course, cos I'll be right there next to you, handing out the ammunition.

[coffee_lifeform]

I'll be right there next to you, handing out the ammunition.

Not any more, you won't - you'll be taking Fionn and L and heading for the hills, or I'll be pointing the zombie-slaying crossbow firmly and crossly in your direction until you do!

[stabarinde]

but surely we'll all have headed for the hills?