Wow that slow motion pie to the face is heart wrenching.
Normally it's like BAM "haha you got pied! Hilarious!"
But this
This is just "Yeah. It's happening. You like that you ****** ? Hmm? No? Well do something about it you useless piece of garbage. Waste of human life. Yeah, just sit there and take it. Just being around you makes me sick." And then the poor man goes home, sits in the shower, and breaks down. Because he doesn't even have the will to end it, the coward.
Honestly I'd just grab the ******* pie itself (not the tin) and smear it all over whoever got close enough to feel my wrath. I'd thrash the ******* place, laughing like a cannibal. Full Highlander mode. Then I'd eat some of it off my face.
I've been doing this for so long, I've actually developed a resistance to the cold and now I'm practically never cold, so I don't even have to pretend.
Yeah, I'm sort of doing it to test a theory of mine. Basically, when you're wearing 5 layers of clothing and huddled up, you're nice and warm, but even the slightest bit of cold that gets through feels like you've been shanked with an icicle. If you wear less, your body gets used to the cold in a couple of minutes and the cold doesn't bother you nearly as much.
I already did that. Used potion exploits to make daedric gauntlets with 20 000 armor, got the perk that makes them deal half their armor value as unarmed damage, enchanted them to do an extra 20% and punched Alduin in the balls so hard he coughed them up and died.
There are things you just don't admit. Ever. Like it hurts when parents warned you you'll hurt yourself. Like you're drunk to your wife when she tells you you had too much already. Like you're hungry to your grandma. Like you actually liked The Phantom Menace.
I ****** up real bad once. It was back when I still had H cup breasts, and at that point even conservative suits exposed my cleavage while I was paddling out on my board. I failed to reapply like my mother was nagging at me to do...
Second god damn degree burns. On my tits and shoulders and back. Big raw blisters all god damn over. I had to stay in the condo for three days because simply stepping out into the august Florida sun made me feel like I'd been set on fire.
Lets be honest, most of us who dont' bring a jacket WANT to get cold. I'm a guy, you know how often i get cold? Lets put it this way, i lived in new york, i dressed in thong sandles, shorts, and a t-shirt. The heaviest jacket i wore during -30 degree weather was a hoodie. I was still ******* hot. Then again, i made a chair/igloo in the snow, so maybe thats part of it but still I love the cold
I'm quite good with the cold, and I hated the jackets my mum bought me as they were puffy as **** .
When I could buy my own fairly thin hoodies, I was happy to wear them whenever.
Now however, I have a lovely faux-fur lined hoody and it's the warmest thing ever.
But I still deny being cold if my GF asks and she then wears the coat...
I never get cold if I am moving. I go out in sub zero temps with a t-shirt and a hoodie, if I wear a jacket it's usually for the wind and I only wear a t shirt under it and still start to feel hot and sweat. If I stop walking, I start getting cold. As long as your clothes don't let wind in, which practically any hoodie can do, and most of my tshirts, anything more is unnecessary.