Gobble it all up. Kids don't need that stuff anyway.
Take one piece from each nephew and savor it. They'll never notice.
Eat from your own trick-or-treating bag of course! What do you need their candy for?
Eat them one by one, laughing.
COMMENCE ROAD RAGE.
Get out of the car and spit fire at him. That'll teach him.
Mark down his license plate and report him. The cops are always in your favor.
Check to make sure he didn't scratch your car. That's really all that matters.
All the forbidden stuff.
Nothing. Life sucks and everyone is annoying.
People. You can get whatever you want with people.
Answer the questions one by one.
Fill it all out of order.
Ball it up and throw it away. Screw questionnaires.
Answer them all with extra comments and footnotes.
Assume you're all best friends now and act your usual weird self.
Say "Hissssss. That's mine!" while dragging your friend away.
Remain extraordinarily reserved until your suspicion subsides.
Give them your business card.
Tell them to take a hike.
Tell them they should have scheduled a meeting earlier.
Invite your parents to your party.
Rejoice. You'll finally have clean laundry!
Mussorgsky's "Night on Bald Mountain".
The sweet sound of birds, crickets, rain droplets and Darkened Nocturnal Slaughtercult.
The class troublemaker.
A gang leader and chewing gum trafficker.
Always out partying but still got straight As.
Admirable...according to the teachers you bribed.
Make a profit selling peanuts since airlines only allow pretzels these days.
Be as obnoxious as possible: listen to music real loud, bump your feat against the seat in front of you, chew with your mouth open, repeatedly ask "Are we there yet?" ...
Hit on the flight attendants.
Panic. Flying makes you nervous, it's too close to heaven.
Offer them all the world's riches in exchange for their soul.
Excuse yourself offering them a wad of cash, then continue rushing.
Ask if they want to hang out. Who needs work anyway?
Get angry. Well they were in YOUR way after all!
It's time for your 3AM burger. Besides, you need to finish marathoning this anime.
Sleep at 3AM? The party just started!
Sleep is for weaklings.
You're waking up the neighbors with the sound of Rick Astley.
"The power of Christ compels you!"
"What an excellent day for an exorcism..."
"I am the Devil!"
"Your mother sucks c*cks in Hell!"
Tough on the outside, tougher on the inside, but slightly soft when baked to a crisp.
Charming, darling, dandy and snarling.
Easy peasy, nice and sleazy.
Silver spooned little child always looking for something wild.