||[Jul. 1st, 2006|10:36 pm]
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Test
Looks like someone lied to me. What a surprise.
Well, look at you, Mr. Righteousness! *grin* With a little help from Cordy, I bet we could drag you on up to the second level...
I am not that violent am I? And anyway, shouldn't I be in 9?
A little help huh? Any idea's on how you two plan to do that? Not quite of the hook yet lawyer-chap?
Naaah, of course not. Unless it's something worth getting violent about. (And you really shouldn't believe everything people tell you, Wes...)
Well, I suppose I'll have to consult with our girl on this one, but I've got some notions. *smile*
Oh. But... Oh. (Well there was a book involved. And aren't I a traitor? Some people went through a great length to make that clear to me)
Really. You have some notions, do you. And just what might they pertain?
It's nice to know you can hold your own, Watcher-boy. Believe me. (There's always a book. Or a scroll, or a prophecy, or a glossy brochure of doom. Words aren't the end of the world. You can make them say anything you want. And in my not-so-humble opinion, it's the why behind the action that you've got to look at.)
Let's just say that I didn't think Manolo Blahniks would have the same effect on you that they would on Cordelia. *smile* But I'll tell you that there's candlelight involved. And roses.
This was not always the case, I'm afraid. (You're talking to a linguist about textual things? And I'm well aware of *why* La Divina Commedia was given to me. I'm not as stupid as most people think I am)
Ah, no. I don't think they will. Or any kind of shoes, really. *Smile* Candlelight and roses hmm? Is there also wine and silk? Or is this one of those occasions I should leave my glasses off in fear of over-polishing?
A guy gets pushed around enough, he'll start pushing back before too long. (I meant the 'why' of your actions, Mr. Text Appeal.)
I thought as much. ;-) Glasses are optional, but the pants are a requirement. *grin* You know which ones.
I don't like pushing back. Which is why the 'extreme violent' surprised me. (I read the book. It's a book, what else is one supposed to do with it?
And if you say 'use to stop the table from wobbling I shall be forced to punish you)
Uh. Pants? What...pants, specifically?
Better to push back than to get pushed over. And if you're going 'extreme violent' on somebody's ass, I've got no doubt that they had it coming. (I'll spare you the pleasure of my cross examination skills by assuming that we both know exactly what you're avoiding.
Don't be silly. I was going to suggest Ebay.)
There are few things in this world that can make me Shut. Right. Up. The pants in question are one of those things. Go on and wrack your brain here, Bond. *grin* You'll remember.
I suppose you...would know about that
since recently. I'm sorry. (I'm not avoiding anything. I read the book. You're confusing me. Ebay?)
I've pants that can make you shut up? But what would be the fun if you're 'shut up' Hmmm? Think about that one, Perry.