The drop something on the person below you game!

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I do my best to catch you, but I lack both coordination and muscle tone, so I only serve as a cushion between you and the ground that hopefully softens the blow a tad bit.

Fortunately, my floors are very solid, so there is no more falling through; unfortunately, they do have a few cracks, and Makayla's Stylus rolls through the cracks and lands on the person below me.

Yay, I now have a stylus!

But wait, where's my Anvil that I always keep in my pocket? And what is that large anvil-shaped hole in the floor?

Oh...

Ouch.

Picking up the anvil, a mini-anvil that only weighs 5 pounds, I drop it out the window, upon........

upon me, ouch, when i'm trying to peek into the windows on the ground floor.


i guess the next persons day is not gonna get any better since, from the top floor of said building, i accidentally *cough*, drop a whole pile of hippo manure on the person looking up and saying "what is that coming down from the roof?".

As I get up from the toilet, a bad smell comes up from behind me. When I look back, there is a hole in my ceiling, and where my toilet was a mere second ago.

Wow!

Someone's toilet bounced off of the trampoline in his basement, flew through his basement window, landed on my backyard trampoline, bounced off, and landed on.......

...the person below me!

I do not appreciate this at all, so I pick up my handy five pound shot-loaded sledgehammer, smash the unwelcome potty to smithereens, one of which flies over the fence, and lands on....

... a perfectly innocent person (me) doing gardening in his backyard. Not impressed, I hurl a tomato at the person responsible, and it lands of the person below me.

Who does not find this amusing, so throws a big bowl of hot spaghetti over the fence, where it lands on.........

....my beard making it look longer. but the heat makes me drop the tar and feathers i was carrying onto....

...somebody who cannot help but question why in carnation one would carry around feathers and tar. Screaming and flailing from the sudden impact, I accidentally drop my phone, causing it to land on...

...me. Naturally, I react by immediately looking through your phone, reading your contacts, messages, and see if you have Facebook or something logged in so I can give you a fake status for fun. However, as I'm doing this, I fail to notice the shadowy figure running up from behind me who grabs your phone and runs off with it. I begin to chase after him but immediately remember why I haven't done any running since I made it through grade 9 gym class over 8 years ago. As I'm about to give up and walk away, I see him trip over a now nearly empty bowl lying on the ground which looks like it used to contain spaghetti or something, which almost causes him to drop the phone. However, he recovers and begins to run again but is suddenly hit in the face with what appears to be a piece from a toilet and this finally causes him to drop the phone onto...

Me!

Being in a foul mood over the airborne potty, I take my revenge by calling random numbers, at least fifty of them, and rattle off random words like 'bomb', explosion', ' false identity', 'spy', 'sleeper cell', 'weapons stockpile', and 'Armageddon'. Then, leaving the phone on, so it can be traced by the CIA, FBI, Homeland Security, and Mall Cops of America, I toss it into an unsuspecting crowd, where it ands on..........

...me. Puzzled, I calmly pick up the phone and wonder how on earth this same phone has ended up back in my poss-OH GOD WHY IS THERE ABOUT 150 VARIOUS TYPES OF COPS CLOSING IN ON ME??!?!?!???

I notice that the mall cops are in the lead and am struck by inspiration. I duck into and run right through the nearest Tim Hortons. The mall cops follow me in but, unable to resist the temptation of their natural instincts, they come to an immediate halt and begin eating donuts. They completely fill the restaurant and the CIA, FBI, and Homeland Security can't get through. Free at last, I look through the phone and discover the record of all the calls made, and realize what happened. I then realize that I am not free until I get rid of the phone so I throw it in the nearest dumpster, just as I hear the sound of a helicopter overhead so I run into the closest building, hoping it didn't see me.

This building happens to be an old abandoned warehouse. Spying something on the floor, I pick it up only to see that it's just a scrap of paper with some words in a foreign language on it. Since it is useless to me, I drop it on the person below me.

Picking up the paper, I am surprised to find that it's an encoded message from my mothership... requesting my urgent assistance with some kind of human probe experiment my sister is conducting right now. I have absolutely no idea why this wasn't sent by courier to me, like this sort of thing normally is. It's fortunate I got the message in time !

After punching a code into my "watch" a beam comes down from the sky and raises me into the clouds.

Unfortunately, the transport beam also drops down onto.....