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Philosophical question: You're trapped... there's no escape... would you push the button?

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I'd push the button.

And yeah, that room sucks.

edit: does pushing the button more than once count as extra pushes?:evil:
 
Your No answer makes no sense. How the hell would everyone live if they end up dying from starvation eventually? Remember - all walls.
 
I wouldn't push it, but not because I think 1 out of 11 random people is likely to have a brain (I don't think that 😛), rather because I wouldn't believe the sign.
 
I'd like to think I wouldn't push the button. Whomever has kidnapped me has something else in mind. I don't believe they'd let me go anyways... so feck em.

I would try to MacGuyver a solution, however.
 
Originally posted by: PingSpike
Originally posted by: L3p3rM355i4h
I would think: "What would McGuyver do?" in this situtation. Something to do with toothpicks and duct tape, most likely.

Naw, there's no toothpicks or duct tape in the room. He's probably build a crude explosive out of a turd and his own pubic hair some how though.

I think I'm going to make a bracelet that says "WWMcGD?"
 
In a strange twist of fate, that the abductor/s (OP) never planned for, I push the button @ the exact same time another abductee does. The concrete disappears, revealing that the others are all gorgeous women of varying ethnicity, body type and personality. It just so happens that they all think I am the funniest, most intelligent man they have ever met, as well as being extremely handsome (to them at least). Through either some means of genetic engineering or magic, contraceptive devices grow as fruit on corn like plants. The women are very skilled at survival, and weaving. I am made their king, and we all live happily everafter, making cheese and wine, in a commune deep in the Impenetrable Forest.
 
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