I have a pretty high pain tolerance, so physical abuse will only piss me off and probably land you up dead by decapitation. So you can try it, but it probably won't work to your advantage. Discussing death and sad things will only put me in a wistful and meditative state, and I will close myself in my room and write a book. You can betray me and I'll just add you to my ever-growing list while eating a turkey sandwich. If you really want to make me cry, show me pictures like this:
I have no idea what it is about a single tree in an open meadow, but the nostalgia is overwhelming. I think this is the most magnificent and breathtaking sight. And throw in some dandilions like this and I'm a lost cause - I'm talking fetal position, weeping and wailing. Especially that last picture...excuse me....
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