I tickle you to death.

Damn, you guys are twisted. As if I didn't already know that.

Anyway.

I toss you into tank full of baleen whales, with no way to escape.

I fuck you to death.

Damn, why couldn't I be the poster above that, and why couldn't you be Vanilla...


I firmly tie you to a chair, pour honey on you, turn out the lights, let the hungry bears loose, and just leave.

Apparently I have Vanilla fuck you to death with a strap-on.

In that vein I'd get all Vlad The Impaler on ya.

I'm sensing a lot of unresolved rage and anger issues here, not to mention mutilation fantasies... :jailed::rofl:

I cover you in molasses and leave you next to a fireant hill...in Australia.

I bash you over the head with that weird bicycle wheel thing.

I blarobbarg you to death.