You play their music at such a high decibel that your brain explodes.
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Going against your mother's wishes, you decide to play with matches. In the process of lighting the cat's tail on fire, you accidentally set yourself on fire. You run outside hoping the wind will put out the fire, but sadly, the oxygen in the air have decided that they don't like you. Breaking the laws of nature, all oxygen atoms within a fifty mile radius gather around your burning body, and thus, fuel the fire. You die in a raging inferno, bringing all aerobic organisms within the fifty mile radius with you.
neon lights
you don't cruch em and eat them the good way and you take in too many noodles and they go into your lungs and you are rushed to the hospital the soon cut your lungs open to remove the noodle's 2 weeks later your lungs are punctured by a scalple the docter's accidently stiched up inside.
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This is no ordinary monkey shit. this monkey shit is the most foul smelling, disease ridden, corrosive monkey shit on the planet. It even killed the monkey that threw it at you. upon landing on you it eats away at your flesh and gives you a very very powerful strain of monkey AIDS which Enters your bloodstream through the corrosive shit and kills you within five seconds.
The Colonels original Recipe.
you are writting a paper one day at home and you belive it will make you millions and that it will be the next craze (like harry potter or somthing) you get thirsty and decide to get a drink. on youre way out you realize how thirsty you really are. you glance at the clock and notice that it has been 2 days since you sat down to right. all the fealings hit you at once. stiffness, hunger, haveing to use the bathroom, thirst, sleepieness, confusion, and more stuff that i am to lazy to mention. in youre sleepy confusion you decide that you still want to get a drink before you do anything else. you step in front of the fridge and pull out a gallon of milk and begin drinking staight from the jug. in youre haste to drink much of the milk falls on the floor. you replace the ,now nearly emty, jug back in the fridge and realized that you have taken youre pen with you. you turn to put it on the counter behind you when you slip on the milk you have spilled. the pen flies up in the air and its .3 tip nails you thrugh the eye. the fall itself has renderd you unconcius. you bleed out and die.
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Class of '95.
The Class of '95 of various high schools has gathered for a week-long reunion in your town. A sudden heat wave and a soap shortage turn your town into a place of extreme misery and fetid smells, but it's nothing a gas mask can't fix. Suddenly, a man appears with an infinite supply of free t-shirts. The resulting stampede leaves destruction in its wake. Cars are overturned, buildings are on fire, and you and many other civilians are trampled and in need of intensive medical care. Hospitals are filled, and the staff cannot treat everybody. No aid from other places comes because of the stench. You die of gangrene.
eraser dust
you are erasing some annoing spelling dust when you find that some shaveings are now on your paper. you brush them away without a second thught. they float around harmlessly untill they get to a fan that you have blowing on your self. they blow back at you and land in your eye. stuned and in pain you jump up and start screaming. not able to see you head twoards the bathroom to wash them out. unfortunately you had just showerd and neglated to dry the flore. you slip and hit your head on the toilet. your skull cracks open and you bleed out.
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Even though Cthulhu didnt post an oject i'll do one about another thing any ways
You pick a (the object) dandelion and blow on it so the seeds go in the air.
The Red Back spider hiding on the dandelion stem gets pissed at you and bites you ,thus poisoning you and you die alone a few seconds later.
Object: a printer
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