Being a sort-of
pacifist and all that, I would never
kill somebody. But some people just seem to invite it. Like the
clueless geek I saw at my favorite
coffeehouse, who had somehow managed to get a
girl to go on a
date with him, and spent a good 30 minutes or so enthusiastically describing nearly every scene of
Star Wars: The Phantom Menace. Luckily, I left before he got to
Linux. Why his date didn't just jump up and strangle him, I'll never know. Possibly she had been lulled into some kind of strange
trance--her eyes were glazed over.
Gamers who recount every
dice roll of gaming sessions qualify, too, as do people who play with their keys (or with a
laser pointer,
God forbid) when someone around them has a
migraine.
The only good response to these people, and
telemarketers, runs along the lines of "
Ka-click!" or, as
Zorak would say, "Die die die, die die die, die DIE die die die!"
Unfortunately I never was that good at picking the appropriate response...