Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33426474-20171112194747/@comment-30700719-20171112210505

I drum my fingers against the tables. "Alright, I've been thinking." Rachel looks up from her book, and Dave peeks in from the other room. "When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade!" Rachel looks over at Dave, confused. "Make life take the lemons back! Get mad!" Dave simply makes a cutting motion across his throat. "I don't want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?!" Dave smoothly exits the room, opening some curtains in the other room. "Demand to see life's manager!" Rachel raises a finger to interrupt, but gets cut out by "Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons!" Rachel shakes her head, silently thinking, "He's been playing too much Portal recently..." Meanwhile, Dave has discovered that the two armies are already upon the city, much to Dave's dismay. "Do you know who I am?" I yell, standing up from the table. Dave looks around at my voice, staring at the wall. "I'm the man who's gonna burn your house down!" A loud whooshing sound comes from outside, as a Hellhound with a jetpack (?) smashes through the window. "With the lemons!" Picking up a certain citrus from the fruit bowl, I peg it at the Hellhound, causing her to stumble backwards out the building. "I'm gonna get my engineers to create a combustible lemon that burns your house down!" Dave, meanwhile, has meandered over to Rachel, the two of them silently marvelling at me.

And so, on that day, we made combustible lemons, the three of us, and all those who stood before us were rent to the ground; and we prevailed.