Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-35898511-20190902062245/@comment-36855838-20190902131735

I take the grenade.

"I refuse."

The cupid gasps.

"Why?!"

I set the fragile urn on my desk.

"I have no interest in becoming intimate with my tormentors, give me my phone."

She reaches for the urn instead, so I snatch it up.

"You know, there's an assembly tomorrow, our school's getting visited by order nuns, the principal, she loves the order."

I stuff the urn into a solid tupperware container, and cushion it with paper towels.

"I think I'll sow some chaos instead."