A: It’s a personal blog, for whenever I want to spew off about something, you ridiculous stereotype of an English Bobby, you…
Q: Right then. That’s it. It’s the hoosegow for you, mate…
A: Wait, you’re mixing your accents. Are you English, or Aussie?
Q: I’ll be asking the questions here, me Buckaroo…
A: You’re a little… strange… aren’t you?
Q: How kind of you to notice. I’ve worked hard to become so.
A: Alright. Now that we’ve got that settled, ask me whatever questions you want.
Q: If I wore your glasses, could I see you home?
Q: Is it farther to New York than by plane?
Q: What’s the difference between a duck?
A: … what?
Q: The answer is both feet are twice the same.
A: I was wrong about you. You’re more than a little strange…
Q: Yes, well the tests haven’t come back yet. Fortunately, they were all multiple choice, so I feel confident in my ability to have gotten at least some of the answers right, through sheer mediocrity and dumb luck.
A: Are we talking about the same thing here?
Q: What would we do if they outlawed rhetorical questions…?
A: I’m outta here…
Q: Can I get a hug?
Q: Is anyone there?