What Magical Being Are You?

It's a spherical object.

It's a circular object.

It's a globular object.

It's a round object.

Thrust it suspiciously into the back of your truck and drive as far away from your current location as possible, turning to look at it at every stoplight to make sure it's there. Hey, $1,000,000 is a crap-ton of money you could use!

Give it back to the stranger right away. Return it forcibly, even, if needed.

Grin and declare it to be the best Christmas ever. This person knows how to spread the Christmas spirit, eh?

Survey every dollar bill cautiously, checking for tricks and bombs at every crinkle in the money. This is too good to be true, after all.

Turn to the police and calmly tell them that you never killed anyone, and can prove it.

Scream right back at the woman. The injustice hurts! You would never do such a thing, and why do you of all people have to get accused?

Brace yourself for a battle. You stare the woman in the eyes and reply with, "I would never do such a thing. How on earth would you possible spot me out? You need logical proof. I don't even know you."

Stamp your feet in annoyance and promptly tell the lady she can go boil her head. It would, after all, be a waste to kill a boy.

Ask the person behind you kindly, flashing an expertly pretty smile, to hold your spot while your away.

Bribe the man in front of you to hold your spot while you make your debut to the restrooms. If he refuses, keep piling up the money and make him hurt a little until he does what you want.

Stand rooted to the spot until you are forced to move forward in the line, and imagine relieving yourself until you feel as if you have the urge out of your system.

If you pee a little, who cares? This is a one in a lifetime chance. Besides, you have your sweatshirt that you can tie around your waste in case you leak at all. You're gonna hold it until the last minute.

You yell over the two seats between you, smiling broadly. "Oh my gosh, Mr. Stixla, it's you! You look so cute in that tux. Where are you off to? Could we talk a minute, if it's not too important? You do look pretty good!"

You get up, taking your bag of books and homework with you. "It's so very nice to see you. Sir, do you think you could help me with question 15b.? I don't mean to bother you..."

You get up and stride past him, pretending not to notice him, saying, "I wonder why Mr. Stixla is being so unfair with my grades. I don't see the problem. I'm trying my best. Too bad he didn't pick the phone up on Sunday when I called. His loss, I guess."

You move all your stuff to the row he is sitting in, and ask him politely if you could sit with him. Then launch into conversation about your algebra problems.