i'd break the window.....ive got a really thick skull

that and if i was completely silent and cooperative, then when they get me in the interogation room, i would say something along the lines of "i'd like to make a phone call" then when they give me the phone (still completely calm) i call 555-555-5555 (doesnt exist anywhere im aware of) and just go on and on about how i was captured by the enemy and i need a way out and just saying i dont have my cyanide laced glasses with me...they broke during the mission.....

(yes, i probably really am crazy)

hay fever?

it's been known to cause hallucinations...cuz your temp gets really high, and your body is fighting off the infection.....

yeah thatd work. kid at my school broke out with schizophrania at a dance he he got in trouble for spilling the soda then he was like you damn pirates ill never tell you were i burried the treasure you can torture me all you want idc. i can take but you wont find that treasure i burried it deep. i was like wtf just know him out hes a psycho then they got all pissy

lmfao...but yea cuddles that was it, they made me go to the doctor and have tests and shit too

I knew a guy who was psychotic for real, it was funny as hell:

Him: You're staring at me!!!
Me: I'm reading this book, how can I be staring at you?
Him: I just know you're staring at me!!!
Me: No, I'm reading this book, you keep staring at me.
Him: Yeah, and when I look away, you're going to throw that book at me!!!
Me: No, I'm reading this book, so I will not throw it in any direction even near you.
Him: No, but then you'll throw it in a different direction, and it will bounce off the wall and hit me!!!
Me: Michael, I will not throw this book at you, the book won't ever touch you.
Him: How do you know I'm afraid of the book hitting me? You're reading my mind aren't you?
Me: No, you just told me you were afraid of the book hitting you.
Him: You're lying!!! You want me to believe you, so that you can control me.
Me: And why would I want to control you?
Him: Are you saying you don't want to control me? Why don't you want to control me? It's only because I have constipation, isn't it?
Me: Michael, I didn't even know you have constipation, and actually, I really don't care.
Him: You're saying that because you want to make it worse!!! Owwww, now I will never be able to poo again!!!

After this, he would usually run away to his room, and start screaming stuff like: "It hurts when I poo", "I want my anal ointment" and "Don't call the doctor, he will stick his fingers in my anus".

Actually, it's pretty sad, but like I said before, funny as hell.

that is funny

dude u could make a HUGE flamethrower from rubbing alcohol, a fire extiguisher with a hose, some clamps and a ligher. empty out the fire extinguisher and fill it half way with rubbing alcohol or other flamable liquid then pressurize it and clamp a lighter to the front of the hose light it then squeze and watch a HUGE flame that would light what ever you desire on fire just got to be carful about trunging it off so that the flame doesn't go into the extinguisher and explode

yeah, no, spirit, that's fuckin funny as hell, and i would just crack up laughing....ima have to do that at my lunch table now....as they probably deserve to be scared away...too bad i dont have school right now...it'll have to wait...

that would be funny...i shoot milk out of my nose at him

One time, I crawled under the couch he usually sits on, and when he sat down, I started talking to him. Those were good times, if you get what I mean.

Just plant the idea of someone invisible talking to him in his head, and he'll make the entire conversation up himself.