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I have also given it some thought. by Bruno95

I would have two dogs with me at all time. One would be a real dog, because dogs rule. The other would look like a dog, but it would actually be a bunch of dead birds (ones I found, not ones I killed) duct-taped around a homemade bomb full of pubes and nails, with fur duct-taped around the exterior of the whole package. It would not look a lot like a dog, but I would try to give it eyes.

If a couple punks wanted smoke, I'd drive them to the parking lot of a former dollar store in Kankakee, right off I-57. That parking lot is enormous and vacant. I'd slow to a stop, let them get out, then yell, "I think my fuckin' dog died!" I'd toss it out the window. They'd get close then say "it's a ball of fur duc---" then I'd hit the trigger button. Nails would puncture their bodies, and the pubes would float around in the air. My real dog and I would be laughing our asses off, mainly at the second part.

Of course, you like to think you'd be that calm in the moment.