Wrong Answer

[Blue Musician]

A: Mine!

Q: Or is it?

 

[Scde2]

A: Impossible!

Q: Improbable?

 

[TraitortoHeaven]

A: Neither

Q: Impossibly improbable?

 

[Frozen Donkey Wheel2]

A: Not for the 141.

Q: What the fuck are you guys are talking about?

 

[Troublesome Lagomorph]

A: I thought you knew!

Q: You don't know?!

 

[Blue Musician]

A: Does not computer. Error 404.

Q: Should I reboot?

 

[TraitortoHeaven]

A: No, reset.

Q: Who needs to put on boots?

 

[Blue Musician]

A: A bot.

Q: Are you a bot?

 

[TraitortoHeaven]

A: Nope, that's why I ain't got no boots.

Q: Are you human?

 

[Troublesome Lagomorph]

A: An Ai.

Q: Wasn't that supposed to be a secret?

 

[Frozen Donkey Wheel2]

A: Not anymore, I guess.

Q: Am I just doing this to pad my post count?


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[Blue Musician]

A: Maybe.

Q: What is a pad?

 

[TraitortoHeaven]

A: Look it up (you on the internet aint cha?)

Q: What's the internet?

 

[Frozen Donkey Wheel2]

A: A series of tubes.

Q: Has anyone seen my pet snake?

 

[TraitortoHeaven]

A: Yes

Q: Is that crawling up your leg?

 

[Frozen Donkey Wheel2]

A: No, I'm just lucky. (*ba-tum-tish*....I think)

Q: Did that joke even make any goddamn sense?

 

[Blue Musician]

A: Maybe.

Q: Why I am so indecisive?

 

[TraitortoHeaven]

A: Because you have the mind of a girl.

Q: Where do girls come from?

 

[Blue Musician]

A/Q: Where do you come from then?

 

[TraitortoHeaven]

A: Mi madre

Q: Does everyone come from mi madre?