Work out how to convert these creatures into fuel over the course of a nano-second, do so for all wild coati, use this new found fuel source to power the many dwarven rockets, direct the Dwarf Space Agency through countless rocket failures until he can set a colony on the moon, go on a trip to that colony, have a tragic accident and be the last survivor of his ship on an unknown planet, dig out a home on this new world using only her surprisingly callous, insensitive, and strong clitoris, mine space iron, make an accurate account of all of dwarf history up until his crash, feast upon thousands of stones, recreate the original starwars film frame by frame, carving out wall after wall of these images in her home, mine space adamantium, discover space elves, wipe them all out with the aforementioned adamantium (by beating them over the head with boulders of it, as she doesnt have an anvil), create a race of golems that behave exactly like normal dwarves out of the elf bones and countless rocks on the planet, work out how to use the remaining elf remains as fuel, go to the sun, block it out, do little jig, go back to her home planet, army of space-dwarves at her command, wipe out all life on the planet, use all that biomass as fuel for giant rocket to knock all of the planets in the solar system into a blackhole nearby, escape this space-billiards dooms day event, go to new lands, discover new life, wipe that life out, repeat the cosmic game of billiards, wipe out all life in the universe, save for herself and the space dwarves, rub one out, do a little dance, scratch her toe on a bit of sterile metal, and die of infection because she never bothered to make soap.
WWUD if she had done the above, but somehow miraculously recovered from being dead?
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Topic: What Would Urist Do? (Read 673940 times)