If I lost both of my arms I would want DNA from Bruce Lee to be used to grow me some new ass-kickin’ nun-chuckin’ face smashers!

If I lost both of my arms, I would want them replaced with an AK-47 and a machete, but given my lack of health care I would have to settle for a NERF gun and a rusty spoon duck taped to my stubs.

If I lost both my arms, I would want one to be replaced with a small arm-shaped Heineken mini-keg with tap, and the other to be replaced with an Audrey Hepburn-style cigarette holder.

I would have my arms replaced with licorice twists. They would have to be replaced daily though, as I would eat them.

Lazer (of course) on one arm and a beer koozie on the other.

ARM 1 = Drum stick (not the ice cream)

ARM 2 = Drum stick (maybe the ice cream)

arm 1 : ultimate camera with every kind of lens i could imagine
arm 2 : a pen. that also functions as a flamethrower/blowtorch.

My mother was an invisible robot fighting in world war one who was captured (accidentally in a booby trap net) and impregnated by scientists in Britain. When I was born, I lost my arms and my mother in an accident at the lab. The only scientist left gave me an apple and a stick for arms because I told him (I could already talk) I wanted something organic and I didn’t want to be a robot like my mom. I eventually had my stick carved into a shank by the scientist during a grunge like period in my life, while during that same period discovered smoking weed. I ended up using my stick arm to make a pipe out of the apple and then ate the apple after I got high, but now its infested with 4 foot worms so it’s kinda cooler than an apple.

Who needs human arms? Dr. Will Magnos inspects the damage and after a few buckets of puke he explains his design. Magnos explains that most of my body will be replaced in order to support my upper body. I notice regret in his tone of voice. Regret for ever allowing me into his lab. The doctor must not like working on human beings but he doesn’t know me. I tell him that he can replace everything except for my eyes, my ears, and my mouth. Those must be reserved for my revenge on that Fuck that did this to me. I want to see him squirm under my heel. I want to hear his pleading and speak these last words in his ears: “The greatest revenge is leaving you disfigured like me and allowing you to live in agony. But the best part is knowing that I did this to you.”

I fall asleep to the buzzing of a drill that burns into my flesh. When my eyes open I almost don’t recognize the grotesque figure in the ceiling mirror. As I inspect it I recognize portions of my torso and my face. I make eye contact with myself and smile.

thumbs

If I were a commando and lost both of my arms, I would want one to be replaced with a super strong bionnic arm, and the other with some type of gun that can also transform into other types of guns.

i would replace both with an arm.
arms are pretty important.
i would have lazer fingertips however.

In an effort to remember happier times and delude the grim reality of my own mortality I would not attach a lazer, or a microwave. I would not find solace even in a regenerating arm made of delicious sausage that I could feed the hungry children of the world with. No, I would face the thing that made me feel that I had to become a commando in the first place…my love for jump-roping. I gave it up when teased on the playground for stooping so low as to enjoy such a fey girlie activity. But I loved it so.
I have not felt joy since.
I would request to have a jump-rope in place of both my arms. Neon pink laced with golden tinsel.

Alligators.

i have two options.
option a) each arm would be replaced with wheels. it would be such a quick and easy way to get about town on handstand.

option b) i would like one arm to become replaced with one of those ball guns from american gladiators (!!!) and the other one would be a leatherman multi-function tool. The leatherman could fix the ballgun when it broke.
The leatherman can fix anything. It is practical; the macgyver of tools.

t- rex arm on the right and a pez dispenser on the left

2 tentacles

i don’t have an answer really… probably a rainbow on one arm and diplo’s face on the other.

but can someone please agree with me on this: switch’s junk in that picture is ridiculous.

A Subway sandwich.

left: curtis mayfield
right: mutated owl

my left arm would be replaced by a tiny, ferocious tiger and my right arm would be replaced by elliott smith’s robot hand (which is the future).

if i lost my arms i would make the right arm advice dog with interchangeable sayings
and the left arm would be rachel ray’s face so every time i went for a high five she would get hit in the face.

hating on people who left the US ,eh. Still love ya US but had to leave ya…