I pulverise your eardrums and mangle your brain with a thunderous, sonic boom scream.

I stick a finger in your open mouth and jam it up through your brain.

I ram my claw through your skull and pull out your brain.

Then I eat it.

I fill you with bullets from my trust worthy Combat Shotgun, as you take the shot, I then take out a combat knife, and stab you thirteen times.

I smash your casing with a blow from my scythe, and hit a vital piece of machinery, causing you to explode.

i steal your scythe(sp?) and chop you to bits

I take the "OMG TOAST!" and beat him to death with his own text.

I dip my scythe in salt and stab you in the back. You dissolve from the inside out.

I take your scythe from you, and cut your head off with it, then stomp on your corpse in a furious rage

I set fire to the flag behind you, cut it down, and throw it over you. You explode when the fire reaches your fuel supply.

I scream with a fiery rage, having exploded before my own eyes, I stomp on you with my giant metallic foot.

Start up VATS, choose Head as many times as possible, watch results.

What are you gonna do NOW, person below me?!

Rages, and takes DrDeath's text, and throws it across the room. You have just been DELETED.

I flick your switch to the off position, then push you into a vat of acid.

Screaming as I hit the acid, I make my one final motion in VATS, throwing a grenade at your face, making it explode instantly.

I throw chlorine over you, and you rust and die instantly.

I throw some catnip into a meat grinder. You're a cat. Do the math.

I don't die from the chlorine, for it is only a suit of T51-b power Armor. I use the suit to its fullest extent to squish steakheart before the suit locks, and I overheat inside.

I throw you into a cage of space birds, and you get pecked to death.
I give your processor a virus, and you smash yourself to death with your flailing arms.

I dump radioactive waste on you that can be found all over the Capitol Wasteland, and you rot alive from all the rads in the waste.

I destroy your eyepiece, and place you in a minefield.

There is no Eyepiece. Only a visor. I avoid the mines using both my normal eyes, and the light step perk. I pummel you to death as you sleep with my powerful armored fist.

^{Wait, you aren't a robot? That's what I've been trying to kill.}

I wait for you to run out of power, then place you into an incinerator.

No...T51-b Power Armor = Suit obtainable in the game that was used by the U.S. Military before America was nuked by China in Fallout
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I charge it you with two grenades in my hands. I find it best to die by my own hand than by yours. As I reach you, I explode

^{Oh, ok.}

I attack you with the shock coil, draining your life until you crash to the floor, dead.

You hear a whistling sound as a mini nuke comes down on you, making a mini mushroom cloud as you going flying. I stand over your corpse with a fat man in hand (Mini nuke launcher) laughing through my helmet.

I call upon my elemental skills. Your power suit melts onto you, and you die from 1st degree burns.

I push you over, and crouch on your face. With much constipating effort, I fart through my suit with the force of an atomic explosion on you, and no effect on me. You die of the toxic fumes that linger in the air.

I rip a hole in your suit, and send you into outer space. You asphyxiate inside your suit for a painful and rather disgusting end.

I find a terminal, hack it, guessing the password on the first try, and type in the command "Azraellod-Die-37598h" You drop dead, and your body explodes a second after.

I fiddle around with the paperwork, and my boss comes for you earlier then originally planned.

^{I work part time as the grim reaper. It's a nice job.}

Seeing that your no more that a small kitten, I scoop you up, and place you in the toilet. You suffer the cold toilet water, and after about 3 hours of your torture, I flush you.

I stab you to death with a bullet. I don't bother with a gun.

I laugh as the bullet does nothing to me. I belch at you, causing your internet to close, and you find that you cannot open it again. This lasts until your 3000 years old.

I take off your helmet, lie you on the ground, wedge your mouth open, and pour napalm down your throat.