If You Met The Litster Above You In a Dark Alley, WWYD?

I'd be all like, "Yeah, that's right. It's gonna take all three of y'all to do me in," and when he turns to look I'll run away.
 
With one hand in my trench coat, ask him if he wanted to buy a bootleg Coldplay CD.
 
Sadly, there is nothing that would stop her from siccing her 100 cats on me. I'd be ripped to shreds before I knew it.
 
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