Beat the man to a pulp.Buy your kid twice as many toys with your piles of money.Stay calm, secretly follow the man home, and then alert the authorities.Paint your kid a picture of the toy as symbolism for the world's injustice.Scream with rage, then laugh maniacally, so the man eventually runs away in fear.Slap the man with your wooden hand and challenge him to a duel.
Kindly smile as you hit them over the head with a baseball bat.Take copious notes as you ask redundant questions about the missing money.Chase the cashier around the store, yelling "Ta-DAA!" until they give you money.Offer them a dirty pink bunny as an apology for years of lost friendship.Seduce the cashier and sell them cocaine.Ask Cher to comp you.
A baseball cap to complement your bluetooth, because you're the cool dad.A beekeeper hat, to keep the bees away.A rhinestone-studded cowboy hat so you'll blend in when you get to Vegas.You'll save money by painting a hat on your head.Your face is your hat.Why would you need a hat when you've got a wooden hand?
Agree to it! What could go wrong?Kill off their leader and lead the people to freedom.Say no as you nod your head "yes," sign their legal contract, then rip it up.Say no. Your imaginary life and hypothetical wife and kids are waiting for you back home.Say yes, sweet talk them into showing some skin, and paint them.No, your heart belongs to Cher and you abide by her jurisdiction only.
Long, luxurious, past your shoulders.Hair implants on your bald spot.A receding hairline.John Travolta's hair in the late 90's.A self-dye job in black.Sweaty and matted down.
Truth.Family.Love.Freedom.To live guilt-free.My own face back.
At first I was going to invest it, but now I think I'll give it to my imaginary daughter.Caress it, then violently chuck it at a passerby.Struggle to pick it up with my wooden fingers, then howl at the moon.NO, NOT THE BEES. Throw it at the bees.Kiss it, pocket it, and try to land a jet in the middle of a busy city street.Paint Abraham Lincoln's face in pretty colors, then dump a can of paint on myself.
What Nicolas Cage Personality Are You?
You are the most majestic of the Nicolas Cage's. With your long, flowing locks and convict muscles, you are often coined as the bad guy. But deep down, you have nothing but love for the ones closest to you and you'd do anything to be there for them. But if someone messes with that and doesn't put that bunny back in the box, you'll be sure to unleash your wrath upon them.
You are the hopeless romantic Nic Cage. You may be scarred from a tragic romantic past, but your heart is soft as ever. It's hard for people to get close to you, since you often resort to screaming at them about how you lost your bride and your hand. But in the end, Cher is always there to remind you of a life after love.
You are the ultimate hot shot Nic Cage! Everybody wants to be you. But in spite of your lavish and enviable lifestyle, you really want the simple things in life. Like love, marriage, kids, and hiding around dark corners screaming "Ta-DAA!" as you hunt Téa Leoni down for chocolate cake.
You are the most adventurous Nic Cage. You love a good mystery, especially when it involves your missing long-lost daughter. Even when things get creepy or dangerous, your tenacity to see things through to the end is unrivaled. However, your one weakness is that you have an irrational fear of bees.
You are the most irresistible of the Nic Cage's. No person alive is immune to your brooding, artistic soul. Your excellent lovemaking, good looks, and goatee guarantee that no marriage is safe. However, your short fuse can often result in passionate spurts of anger where you dump and vigorously smear paint on yourself.
You are the Gemini of the Nic Cages. You have multiple personalities and faces, which can sometimes confuse the people closest to you, especially in a gun fight. People often mistake you for something you're not. But they soon come to realize that although you may have the face of a Nic Cage villain, behind it is a John Travolta heart of gold.