Simeon: Move, you mugs! Shoot him! Superman: You're simple, Simeon! If flames can't hurt me What good are bullets going to do? Crook 1: They guy ain't human! Crook 2: The slugs bounce offa him like popcorn!
Y'know, I remember watching the old Superman TV series with George Reeves, and the bad guys would always shoot at Superman, when he showed up. I used to ask myself, why? They know it's not going to hurt him, at most, it'll piss him off, so why shoot at him? You know what it comes down to? The bad guys are always stupid. Dirt-stick-stone stupid.
"Honestly, why do you people do that?" she demanded of the mugger, exasperation coloring her voice. "You must be the tenth loser to try that. Do you really think pistol whipping me is going to do anything when the bullets bounce off?"
The lead squad that entered the access tunnels into Central Dogma first must have thought it was their lucky day when they saw a young kid in expensive looking purple and blue clothing and a walking stick just stroll right into their crosshairs. They opened fire without giving it a second thought. The kid just turned and smirked at them as he failed to die. For a few seconds the firing continued until the soldiers noticed that there was a wall forming in front of him of... of... Of bullets...
Clark reached for the file he had hidden in his rear waistband ignoring the guard pulling a gun on him. "Relax, it's just a file," Clark said lifting his coat to show him. "Relax Diggle, I get the feeling shooting him would be a waste of time." "Thank you, Ollie," said Clark, passing the folder to Oliver.
Lennie scrambled for the window, stuck his gun out, and pumped four shots at the chest of the man who stood beside the car. As he expected, the shots ricocheted off the man's red-clad chest, doing some damage to the vehicles in the lot, but, thankfully, hitting no human flesh. Lennie had figured what had happened would happen, but he had to make sure, dammit. At any rate, it made him feel a little better.
(Oliver shoots an empowered Darhk, and the arrow vaporizes) Darhk: Cool! You know, I didn't even mean to do that? (Spartan shoots at Darhk, to the same effect) Darhk: Seriously? His steel arrows didn't work, and you thought some lead would do the trick?
In spite of the fact that tanks have repeatedly been shown to have no more effect on Godzilla than a shampoo and creme rinse, they still get trotted out with every new monster attack, rolling shakily over the canvas landscape and firing their little sparklers. The reason for this, I'm guessing, is political. If the prime minister fails to send the tanks, in the next election his opponent will run ads saying "In the last Godzilla attack, the incumbent failed to send out the fakey-looking plastic tanks to protect us. My opponent is obviously soft on giant monsters!"
If you are a policeman, bank guard, or night watchman, and your first shot bounces off of the intruder's chest, try shooting other areas of the intruder's body, like their face, groin, etc. If this also fails, do not waste the rest of your ammo on him/her/it, or risk your neck in hand-to-hand combat; instead, fall back and observe.
Player: Die, Kayaba! (Kayaba opens an admin console and paralyzes him mid-lunge) Kayaba: Y-ya see, this right here is just a perfect little microcosm of the last two years. This fucking mastermind here, not two minutes ago, saw you try the exact same thing to no effect. Yet, by some Herculean leap in logic that we mere mortals can never hope to comprehend, he figured it'd totally work out if he did it! Now I trust that the rest of you good people have enough pattern recognition not to follow in this man's footsteps - oh, wait, no, that's goldfish! I'm thinking of goldfish.
"Superman!" the criminals would say. This was the signal for Superman to put his hands on his hips so the criminals could shoot their revolvers at his chest, an effort that always caused Superman to adopt a bemused expression because, as a native of Krypton with special powers, he knew that the criminals were shooting blanks.