You're the avatar of Chaos, and Ridley's extras have no problem killing me just to do it. She'll probably test how sharp the sword is by slicing off my head.
Right, they've done that already. Shrank me and ate me. Side note, avatar is not indicative of form in this topic. I'm still a bot that transforms into an earth pony and currently in pony mode.
They also sent me into a sun. Then my third and final death was me stabbing myself in the head because "he" was brought up.
You're going to clonk me in the head with a toilet? That's not going to kill me. I would hurt if I didn't already have my pain receptors turned off. Turned those off before they even killed me the first time.
Well, this thing flings stuff at quite some velocity; Observe, *teleports a Combine soldier into the room, kills him with toilet*