If you have ever had cats, you might know that there is a certain threshold crossed that is not always apparent until it might be too late, when it unexpectedly gets serious.
There could be a moment where innocent play becomes deadly (or at least possibly scarring). It's like playing patty cake with a toddler and they get mad because they are losing and they suddenly pull out a switchblade. Cats have multiple sets of switchblades on each paw.
The damn thing looks like someone asked an 8 year-old boy to draw a personal vehicle for Robocop to pick up his Robokids from Roboschool in his off hours, maybe grab some Robotussin from a local drug store in... they built it in real life with (circa 1997) Playstation 1 graphics.
Sorry, I'm not a fan of Phony Stark.
My front door is metal-plated, so I can decorate it with magnets.
Unfortunately, bored neighborhood kids are doing that ding-dong-ditch nonsense (punching doors) and I don't need my #3Dprinted decorations messed up by them.
This day and age, almost everyone has a camera. I have two & they are clearly visible. I got them on video last weekend, sneaking up to my new neighbor's apartment, punching their door and running off. I even saw what apartments they went into.
A friend was showing me the ropes and I wanted to recreate one of my sleeping pill dreams.
I was standing in a corn field and suddenly people that looked like mannequins started running, and so I started running, too. I saw a terminator-like robotic unicorn with a running drill for a horn. It knocked down one of the people and drilled into their back. It was sucking their blood into a glass canister inside the unicorn's chest, the damn thing used blood as fuel.
