Originally Posted by damnable
I find a quick and polite conversation with the offending person along the topic of how they would feel about going to jail, being responsible for the death of a person, having to pay the deceased medical bills before their life support is turned off, how their family is going to survive while they are locked away and how the family of the dead person must feel.
You were doing good until
Of course, it helps to have a crowbar in an obvious position while doing this.
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.