Lindstrom Knows Everything, everything that matters, anyway Options

[Lindstrom]

My father's father was French, his mother was Greek. My mother's father was Armenian, her mother is Swedish. I was born on Cape Cod, which is the part of Massachusetts where the Kennedy's hang out; it's where I am right now, too. Not sure where my parents were born though. We're not especially heritage-y, to be honest, except for a couple Swedish horses decorating our living room.

Fudge is great! She's trying to get a piece of my sandwich though. If I had a tiger, I'd probably call it Thunder or something, and regularly refer to it as Le Tigre.

[Hasfusel]

Oh, no. A tiger would be Richard Parker or nothing at all. Although Le Tigre does have a certain ring to it.

Who's your favourite modern pianist/composer?

[Gabstah]

That's pretty scrambled, but totally awesome.

Why did I go down a star in my ratings and more importantly: Why do I even care? Sillyness, really.

[Lindstrom]

Uh, does Billy Joel count? He's a pianist at least, and he does write all his own songs. If not, put me down for George Gershwin I guess. I don't really look into who does the writing unless it's classical.

Someone's a hater, which first makes you go all "who would do such a thing?", but then you're all "they probably suck anyway so screw 'em".

[Darth-Paper-Boy]

Say you were a doctor. What would you do if a patient dropped dead walking out the door after a visit?

[Lindstrom]

Pretty much same thing I'd do as an EMT, except that as a doctor I'd probably know why. Anyway, first I'd quickly check his airway/breathing/pulse, then get an AED out and get him hooked up and some oxygen. If I was at a clinic, I'd have someone call an ambulance right away, at a hospital we'd just get him where we need him. I'd figure I would have a good idea what took him down so I'd be able to act on it right away.

[Hasfusel]

The hammer lying on the bench is calling to you. You're not sure how it got there, but you do know that it's looking more and more attractive every minute. You just want to pick it up... and smash something. A plate. A vase. Someone's head.
You hear a noise outside. Someone's car has stopped right outside your house, the engine stuttering and finally dying. A woman, with spiky hair and a nosering. She swears, then gets out the car and gives it a good kicking.
You pick up the hammer. It feels good in your hand. The woman is getting on your nerves now. She shouldn't be making such a noise outside your house. Besides, the spiky hair and the nosering must mean she's a feminist. She'd probably call you a male chauvinist pig sooner than look at you.
You swing the hammer through the air experimentally, then walk towards the door, a bemused frown on your face. The woman is swearing loudly. Surely she needs to be taught a lesson?

[Lindstrom]

Oh I'll teach her a lesson all right... in car maintenance! Hammers can wait. I'd try to help her with her car and if I can't, I'd either call AAA or have my friend who's a real whiz with cars fix it. I'd also invite her inside for something to eat and drink, cuz it's so cold and all, and we'd hang out for however long she's up for it.

Why you gotta hate on nose rings, short hair, and swearing?

[Hasfusel]

Wrong option.
She accepts your noble offer of tea and biscuits while the AAA men arrive, and you go to the kitchen to prepare a cup of tea.
When you return to the sitting room, the woman is nowhere to be seen. You look around, confused, and then someone hits you across the back of the neck with that old baseball bat you kept as a souvenir from your cricket days. You sprawl to the floor, the two cups of tea shattering underneath you. The blow to the neck has you paralysed. You cannot breathe properly, let alone move. She advances, club in hand, looking like a lesbian version of those cartoon bulls that attack when they see something red. As she raises the bat above her head to end your life, you notice dizzily how much she resembles Cathy Burke... A dog barks in the distance, and there's a crashing noise and a scream. You can't tell whether it was you or not, because you are now sliding into darkness...

You awaken in a hospital bed. A tall, thin man with a friendly smile is standing over you in a doctor's coat. You feel distinctly uneasy in his presence. He reminds you vaguely of Vincent Price. "Turns out your brave dog saved your life, sir," he says. "She knocked over the crazy woman who attacked you, who then hit her head and fell unconscious, and some men from AAA arrived and rescued you."
"Fudge... is she okay?" you ask.
"Your good dog is fine... She's in safe hands. As are you."
As he turns away, you notice he has no shadow.
What now?

[Toaster Boy]

Actually, that option would be better. You cant knock out a girl, especially one that needs help.

If you've ever had a lemon lime soda beverage: Where do those bubbles come from? They just rise up from nowhere.

[Lindstrom]

Wait a minute... Tea? Biscuits? Cricket? No, none of this adds up. Your story is riddled with impossibilities.

I loudly proclaim "I'm bored! Let's leave." And then me and Fudge leave. THE END

You mean like Sprite and 7-up? It's from the carbonated water.

[Toaster Boy]

What was that girl doing with those zombies and ghosts?

[Lindstrom]

They never really explain, but either she is a zombie (evidenced by the dialogue from a random guy who talks about her), or she was brainwashed. I think I posted some of this in the Earthbound thread but I'll post it here too. Below is the guy and what he says about her. No one else seems to mention her, though Darth thinks (I think?) she was brainwashed and reappears later saying how her mind is a complete blank. They do reuse the sprite for her there, if I'm not mistaken.

(IMG:http://tomato.fobby.net/m2eb/images/threed/zombiechick.png)

MOTHER 2 (Japanese)
The woman in front of that hotel...
She's looking pale, but man, she's a hottie...!

EarthBound (English)
Take a look at that chick in front of the hotel.
Regardless of some of the people I've seen her hanging out with, I think I'd like to spend some time with her!

[Headtrip]

Lind-chan, do you have a girlfriend right now? And that is not meant to sound suggestive. Ew.

[Lindstrom]

At present, no. I don't usually get into long-term relationships cuz I'm very picky about personality. A lot of people get into long-term relationships cuz they're too lazy to break off a fling or whatever, but it's just problematic and not my style.

[Arilla]

Lunch time is almost here, what should I make?

[Gabstah]

When will I learn my lesson about mixing different drinks together? It's so much FUN at the time, and then the next day I want to kill myself.

[Lindstrom]

If it's not too late, I would recommend some kind of wrap with chicken, lettuce, tomatoes, alfalfa sprouts, Swiss cheese, and a salad dressing of your choice. Adjust as you see fit, and if it doesn't fill, I would recommend a kind of soup my grandmother makes but I don't know the recipe, so you're on your own for any bonus soup.

After your college years, when you don't have the energy to drink so heavily. Incidentally, I've never been a heavy drinker, so despite being a couple years older than you I still have unbelievable energy.

[Hasfusel]

Vincent Price turns, baring his fangs. You hurl a vase at him and run out the hospital, snatch Fudge the dog, and high-tail it home, while making sure to grab a handful of the little complimentary sweets from the receptionist's desk on the way.

What should I do tomorrow? My singing lessons in the morning are cancelled, and I have more or less nothing to do for the rest of the day. And the weather's going to be beautiful, so I can't go out unless I'm prepared to be frozen/soaked to the bone (my perception of beautiful weather is quite, quite different from most people's).

[Lindstrom]

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