AverageCarved out of stoneSkinnyDad-esque
Definitely. The rules don't apply with five year olds.No. You need to draw the line somewhere, and I do exactly that with five year olds.I don't know, man, maybe. Depends how annoying they are.
YesNoI refuse to answer this question
Stand still and have them come at me one by one, using their own flawed attack strategy against themSwing my arms around like a helicopter, hoping to knock five year olds on the front line backwards into other five year olds thus creating a sort of domino effect with their tiny bodiesTake things as they come. Five year olds are unpredictable.Attempt peace
Too many to countOnly a fewNever been in a fight
I am maleI am femaleI am male but wearing a protective cup. I am coming from football practice.I do not identify as male or female
YesNoNo, because this isn't self-defense. This is ALL OUT WAR.
Just call me Derek JeterPlease do not call me Derek JeterNo
How Many Five Year Olds Can You Realistically Take In A Fight?
You are the alpha and the omega of beatin' up on five year olds. You are the universe of beatin' up on five year olds - you are an endless void, constantly expanding your potential of whoopin' little ones. You are our first line of defense.
Not too shabby. I mean, honestly, beating up six of anything is a pretty big accomplishment, right? Keep punchin' and you'll be in double digits in no time. Maybe wear a cup.
Now we're cookin'. Fourteen is a very respectable number - people PAY for these kind of five year old whoopin' numbers. I would focus on working on your leg strength so you can stay upright as long as possible. Keep it up.
NICE! Blink-182 once mused that "nobody likes you when you're 23," but I believe that it's safe to say that everybody likes you when you beat up 23 five year olds. You'll probably even get a personalized letter from the president. Well done.
WOW! Have you quit your day job yet? You should quit your day job. Your new job? Punchin' little tykes. Keep your eye on the prize, 31.
Good work! Hell, if they found a way to harness energy from a grown adult whoopin' on little children you'd be a very rich person. So my advice to you is to somehow figure out how to make that a reality. Also something with hover boards. Surfboart. Surfboart.
39. Wow. This is the kind of number that separates the pros from the chumps. You, my friend, are a pro. You could go pro in beatin' on l'il children. You probably shouldn't though. That's a bad idea.
52?! 52! I am in awe. You are a true child-whoopin' hero. They should hold a ceremony in your honor. They should rename Devry University in your honor. They should rename that Foo Fighters' album "In Your Honor" in your honor.
Not bad! 18 is a respectable number. My advice to you is to stay hydrated before the fight - it's surprising how winded one can get while whoopin' on little children. Once you figure out your pre-game routine you're GOLDEN.
If clobberin' little kids was your age, you'd be able to drink legally in the United States of America. That's special, I think. Keep up the good work and, hey, who knows - soon you might be able to rent a car with the number of little kids you put a wallop on.
!!!!!!!!! Can I get your autograph? I'm seriously impressed. It almost seems like the entire reason you are here on this Earth is to put the hurt on some five year olds. KEEP HAMMERIN', CHAMP.
You are most likely five years old yourself. You are also most likely a giant whimp. Get out of this quiz, ya whimp.
VERY NICE! This is the good stuff. This is some gold medal five year old punchin'. You are the Apollo Anton Ono of bringin' the pain to five year olds. Good work.
Not too shabby! My advice to you is to kneel a bit to get a better center of gravity. This way the kids can't get you on the ground so fast. My advice is to also get a cat. They are easy to take care of an wonderful around the house.
LOOK AT YOU! 37 isn't a number to scoff at - not at all. You've most likely got this whole "clobberin' little children" thing all figured out, and I respect that. R-E-S-P-E-C-T, that's what it means to me. However, I am pretty sure Aretha Franklin was not talking about clobberin' children.