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Shove them in my fridge and wait until they freeze over. Then once they're flavoursome ice lollies... I eat them! Brilliant. Can the next poster keep in mind that the person in my avatar is a psychopath on narcotics who is armed and exceptionally dangerous?

Umbreon and Jolteon... I'd just kick them, I suppose. Wouldn't end well but taking a bo staff to them sounds a bit brutal. I'm not the main dude from the Avatar movie, for crying out loud. (for one im more ripped)

Stick it in the bad-chi-where-there-is-a-malevolent-spirit-that-scowls-at-me-through-the-window-and-watches-me-get-changed room, locking it in overnight. If they don't die then they'd probably come away with some disorder.

Okay well seeing as how I'm quite strong and she's the biggest wimp this side of Wimpsville I think I'd hurl her in a vat of strychnine.

Strangle them with their tongue scarf. Asphyxiation nation (y)

Saddle them up, break their spirit and flog them to a circus. (y) Different circuses, because I'm feeling belligerent and begrudging people their lovers is right up my alley.

I'd warm them up. That's the only way to kill a polar bear, you know. As a well-known poacher in Antarctic hunting circles, I recommend saunas, global warming and a certain scene from Terminator. Ah crap I'm blushing.

I'd make friends with him. He seems like my kind of people.

I think I'd die... oh I'm so depressed... auuurghhh... Okay well maybe I'd saw its legs and arms off and then tether it to the ground and run it over. But only if I felt like it.

I would invert the horns on his helmet and shove it on his head. (y)

I would use the walking stick next to me like Aang and Rey's baby, AKA brilliantly, to jab it.

I be their friend, offer them a cup of tea but then spike it with no sugar. They drink it. They gag. Scream. Agonize. Die.

I pour my inexplicably gigantic supply of shampoo into their eyes and then make them play Marco Polo on the road.

I get my makeshift bo staff and jab it until it goes away, and if that doesn't work I do that flying elbow-crushing wrestling move which I've longed to perform on another for so many years...

I do a provocative little piece of choreography and get them all hot and bothered (; the key word here being HOT, thus DEAD I'm a cruel genius

Don't lock onto it like in Zelda, and then just club it to death with the baseball bat beside me. 'Hood strategies, yo!

I use my bo staff (improvisational but no less painful) to jab, stab, and whack its back, and then I borrow a neighbour's chainsaw (god knows they have thousands for every day of the f-cking week) and saw off its claws and head piece, and then proceed to wind the potentially still-dangerous...

Creatures like that, like Lemongrab, for example, scare me through their simplicity and ability to render godless injuries that would revolt even the hardiest of minds... so I'd lock myself in the bathroom and have a nervous breakdown. Or use this very thick vase in front of me to clobber it with.

Okay, that is a giant fox who can light stuff on fire and I'm... me. I pick up the fake candle beside me and STAB IT it never stood a chance

I'm going to grab the baseball bat beside me, perch myself beside a purposely open door and then introduce it to the wonders of compression. I've always wanted to reprise Billy's mom's role from Gremlins