Q: What’s all this, then…?

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?

A: Huh?

Q: Is it farther to New York than by plane?

A: What?

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: Hello?

Q: Is anyone there?

Q: Hello?