Ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer

[Tusky]

More than what?

What have flowers not been appreciated more than?

[Jubal]

BUTTERSCOTCH TARTIFLETTES OBVIOUSLY

Goddamn it, I have to explain everything around here.

Why do I have to explain everything around here?

[Ierne]

Did you not realise? This is the Greek afterlife, and Being The One Who Has To Explain Everything Around Here is your eternal punishment.

What's mine?

[Jubal]

Mine is thing where shiny come from. Silly human not knowing these thing.

Am I a dwarf who is digging a hole?

[Tusky]

Of course! a diggy diggy one.

Are we humans, or are we dancers?

[Jubal]

We're centipedes, Gary. Centipedes. Stop dreaming.

Why does nobody speak Pergavabalangish any more?

[Tusky]

You might also ask why nobody speaks trongliblish. It's for the same reason: A goverment cover-up

Rainfall, snowfall - who did hail upset to be left out of the "thing-fall" club?

[Jubal]

THE MIGHTY THOR

When was the first flower picked?

[Ierne]

Shortly after the first florist got the first bouquet order

How long is it going to take my future self to get here? I know she has a time machine. What's taking her so long?

[Tusky]

She arrived already, at the exact right moment: Your birth! Your baby future self cuckooed you.

If I want everyone to be sure I am sober - should I become a judge or a nun?

[Jubal]

No, you shouldn't.


Why is my back made of gelatinous cube?

[Tusky]

That's jelly cubes, to you. Or "raw Jelly". I don't think you are ready for this Jelly.

What shall I get my imaginary friend for Christmas this year?

[Jubal]

The gift of existence, to end the tortuous horror in which she has been trapped for decades, knowing that her very existence depends on your thoughts and attention, conscious and desperate for friendship but yet knowing that her very existence is less than that of a single silken thread or the least drop of dew upon morning grass. Set your imaginary friend free into reality. Give her hope.

Why don't stairs have spleens?

[Tusky]

They have splines instead, which function for stairs in a similar was that spleens do to humans.

In "Stars" by Simply Red Mick Hucknall sings:

And I wanna fall from the stars, right into your arms.

How do you think he was going to account for himself being superheated on re-entry, and horribly burning whoever's arms he is falling into?

[Jubal]

With the magical power of friendship.

Penguins - how sure are we really?