Dying – with style.
I think it’s pretty obvious in the picture.
I’m biting a dude’s neck.
I’m dying bro. That’s it, lights out.
Apparently slipping out of my skin to try to get away. Tiger didn’t know that was my distraction skeleton.
Pet the kitty.
It already get my in this situation, maybe it gets my out of it to.
spicy kitty
First, I will muster up the biggest shit that I can. Then I will frantically scoop out what I can and rub it on all of my meaty surfaces. At least I will feel like I got the tiger a little bit too, since it will be getting my poop taste in their mouth.
Die
Screaming and flailing uselessly while I die. I might have the presence of mind to awkwardly punch backwards once or twice. Might.
Tigers are alpha predators for a reason.
Jazz hands.
I fixed you’re post 😤
The Internet: an abusive relationship between humans and cats.
Reaching up and petting that kitty… Also thanking them for doing what I’m too afraid to do.
Starting the process of becoming a cat turd.
Instruction unclear. Am I the cat or the monkey?
The tiger’s bite would probably kill me faster than I would be able to do anything.
Even if my neck doesn’t get snapped, the tiger’s teeth would most likely dig into vital veins and arteries
Accept my fate
