I'll go with the teddy bear WOuld you rather have a happy life and not be remembered by anyone when you die, or be immortalized in the annals of history and live a crappy life?
Travel the world. Would you rather kill another human being and eat their flesh or be ripped apart by a horde of rabid flesh-eating weasels?
Mr. Wheeler walked out the door. "So where can i drop you, Nikkie?"
"Sadly, they'll know something is up if i'm not there. I need to go. But if i know my associates, they are all about appearances. They wouldn't dare kill one of their own in front of everyone." Mr. wheeler returned nikkie's smile. "As soon as i'm done, i'll come find you, and we can get out of here." Mr. Wheeler left the cash on the table with the bill. "Shall we go?" He couldn't tell what the future held, and that he was taking a gamble, but he got a feeling that everything would be alright. After all, at least he wasn't in it alone.
"That's okay, " responded Mr. Wheeler. "I'll take care of it. I ate a lot of the food, so it's only fair." Mr. Wheeler couldn't help but be nervous. If she found out about this, he would be screwed beyond belief. Or maybe she had found out already... MR. Wheeler tried diverting his thoughts to paying the bill. In cash, of course.
Mr. Wheeler acknowledged that he understood. "I'll meet you there by sunrise tommorrow morning." Mr. Wheeler realized that the waiter was asking if he was done. "I'm finished. Are you, Nikki?"
XD you did that on purpose... I would rather be xigbar becaus eh can defy gravity and stuff. Would you rather be Luxord or Zexion?
"As i said before, we're holding a meeting in los angeles tommorrow. By then, this place will be crawling with new gods and demigods. Not to mention the fact that one of the highest of the new gods lives here." Mr. Wheeler shuddered at the very idea of seeing her get angry...
I'd rather be axel so i could burn things. WOuld you rather be an extremely powerful heartless or a member of Organization XIII?
Mr. Wheeler could tell that Nikkie saw through his bluff. "I appreciate that. But don't worry about me. I'm a bit tougher to kill than most of the other new gods. You should be more worried about you. If you think that i was the only new god dispatched here, you're horribly mistaken."
@ annexio: OMG!! CROP CIRCLES!!! THE ALIENS ARE COMING AGAIN!! @ JackS27: Someone else who apparently likes Frank Miller. :D
"I'm going to a meeting with many of the new gods tommorrow as well. We'll see if i survive. Knowing my bosses, they'll be too busy setting up for tommorrow to really care." Mr. Wheeler took one last fork full of chow mein. After he swallowed, he looked Nikkie in the eye. He said with a simile, "Don't worry about me. I'll work it out."
Kevin from Sin City (your avatar reminds me of him)
Mr. Wheeler thought about the implications of what he was doing. If they knew what he was doing, who knew what would happen. Mr. Wheeler answered his own question in his mind: nothing good. Oh, well. He didn't like the new gods very much anyway. "Are your people as intolerant of communication with me as mine are with you?"
An earlobe the size of a baskt ball. Would you rather be married to someone who's good looking and stupid or someone who's smart and okay looking?
"That seems to be the one thing you and i have in common," Mr. Wheeler said after swallowing some more Chow Mein. "We're both black sheep. I don't like to fight if i don't have to. It seems rare that any of the gods are even willing to try and talk. about peace"
Mr. Wheeler tried the Kung Pao chcken. He had to admit, it was pretty good. "I won't tell anyone about you, either," Mr. Wheeler said as he twirled some chow mein on his fork. He looked her in the eye and smiled again. "I have to admit, you seem pretty trustworthy, too."
I'd rather be ugly. Weapon of choice: Rocket launcher or Flamethrower?
Mr. Wheeler was slightly surprised by this, but not much. After all, if Nikkie was an old god, she had to be somebody, after all. He simply scooped a small bit of kung pao chicken onto his plate. If Nikkie trusted him enough to reveal who she really was, he figured he should at least do her the service of telling her his name. "I knew you were somebody", whispered Mr. Wheeler, after swallowing another fork ful of chow mein. "My name is Mobilus."
I never said your family would poison you, just that you would be poisoned while you were with your family. Anywayz, i'd rather be an emu. If you were any animal that could be displayed in a zoo, would you rather live seven years in the wild or fourteen years in captivity?
