Siberys wrote:I don't. But you also have yet to even say "Because I like the sound of the name" or something to that effect.
You evaded a question not needing avoidance. That simple.
But I honestly cannot say anything of that effect. I repeat again, what I repeated last time.
I suppose I could alter my question a little; what makes you think my username has significance?
fable wrote:Not to mention possessing an innate ability to rise and stab to death sitting members of Parliament right through their hearts! Or some'at in the general vicinity thereof.
fable wrote:Well, up through their...how shall I put this..."soft underbelly" will have to be the Churchillian euphemism of the day, I suppose. But being politicians, I was thinking of an entirely different location to secure entry for the cucumber. Which would then be aimed straight at the heart, which in most politicians, lies very close to the anal orifice.
Oh, pardon me. I've given away the game, haven't I? Yeah, I'm evil that way. But politicians...? I'm nowhere near their class. That's another order of evil, altogether. I think even the silliest and most evil enemy in some ridiculous action game would take a distant second place behind those who seek power over others to the benefit of their own egos and wallets, and those of their associates.
I am amused, and yet horrified. Although, I cannot deny how a cucumber - with weight of several kilos - couldn’t be used as a blunt weapon. Yet I cannot truly approve with your approach. It just feels so inhumane, even when done to politicians.
However, you could use the cucumber as a chemical weapon. Just let the cucumbers grow until they’ve reached weight of at least one kilo. Pick them up, and leave them laying in the sun to ferment for several days or until the surface of the cucumber is yellow. Though the surface of the cucumber is still appears to be very much solid, what lies inside the cucumber is yellowish guck with stench so horrid it can make you want to vomit your own intestines out.
Therefore, kegs filled with cucumbers, left to ferment at their own pace. And even if someone would get suspicious about the odd stench going around the parliament, I suppose the politicians would just think it is just the stench of the next scandal in the wind…
Morbid.
However, in order to return this back to on topic; Fable, can you stand on your one leg?