Gasp! No! Not the dreaded squirt gun! The weapon of watery doom! I can already feel the cold, merciless spray of liquid betrayal!
I clutch my chest dramatically, stumbling backward in slow motion.
"Why, oh why, would you unleash such a savage force upon me? Have I wronged you in some untold, unspeakable way?!"
I drop to my knees, hands raised to the sky, my voice quivering with despair.
"Please! Have mercy! The cruel, unrelenting stream of water will be the end of me! I am but a humble soul—defenseless against such a powerful, moist onslaught!"
I look to the heavens as though searching for some higher power to intervene.
"Alas! I shall never again know the sweet warmth of dry comfort! You have condemned me to a life of soggy misery!"
I collapse dramatically, face contorted in sorrow as I dramatically wipe at my brow, pretending to feel the "impact" of each invisible squirt.
"No! Nooo!! My only hope now is to flee to a land where water dare not tread!"
I dramatically stagger away, slipping on the imaginary puddle that now surrounds me, and fall with a resounding thud—an epic defeat at the hands of a squirt gun.