Not every 90 year old is a single touch away from death, that’s kind of dumb. My great grandfather in his 90’s rides a stationary every morning and then goes out and walks his dog for miles.

5 year olds don’t even have the coordination or mental wherewithal to generate any kind of power, I’d grab one by the hair with each hand and launch them into as many kids as I can, anyone who comes close is catching a front kick to the teeth and going to sleep. After I dispatch 15-20 of them the rest start uncontrollably crying and are filled with fear after watching me snap necks and feed knees to their friends. One of them would get bold and hit me in the nuts and i would become enveloped in a berserker rage and brutally murder him in front of everyone so they could see the consequences of making me mad. The remaining victims would be soaked in their own piss and curled up in a ball praying that I don’t notice they’re still breathing, I slowly traipse through the battlefield, stomping on the necks of anyone that isn’t dead and singing the intro song for paw patrol.

Me 10/10