Ask that poster.

[Yves]

This game is relatively simple. Just ask any given poster any question, be it "why does your signature contain no images," or "so when did you first become a communist?" Then, any poster, even if it is not the person questioned, is to give a humorous response, and ask a question of his own.

Ex.

poster 1: "So, if flies had no wings, would they be called walks?"

poster 2: Dear [poster 1], yes, if flies had no wings, they would be called walks. However, if we called them walks, we would have to call walking flying, and all learn to fly with the birds. I'm not very good at flying, but my dog sure is, especially immediately after I've thrown him across the room. Sure, he was only in the air for a coupe of seconds, but while he was up, he was going really fast. He got to be much better at it after he stopped breathing.

(Note, the above joke is not my own, but Nostalgia Critic's. I'm too lazy to come up with a good example at the moment xP)

[dirgecallers]

So Yves, when did you first become a communist?*lacks imagination*

[Yves]

Well, it all started when I decided to crucify my cat. She wasn't a bad kitten, or anything, you see, I just didn't like her. Unfortunately, the previous Tuesday, I had lost a bet concerning the outcome of a certain game in international sports, and part of the bet's results was that I was not allowed to intentionally cause any creature death without just cause.

So, I was confronted by a problem. I could not, under the ethical system I was then bound to, justify the crucifixion of Ms. Minette. So, I took a deep breath, sat down, and prepared for some deep and involved thought. What kind of world was I living in, when animal-owners couldn't even ritually execute their pets, without fearing the wrath of some deity, or, heaven forbid, laying a smudge on their moral purity? Was this really what life was about?

No, I decided, this was not the world I wanted to live in. It was a lie. A social construct, designed to bar me from my pleasures, particularly those involving crucifixion. So, I decided to rebel against that society, and to take on Marxism as my new moral compass. Now, according to this ideology, the goal of the proletariat (that's me) is to rid society of all those worthless, lazy exploiters, who get their bread and butter from the labor of inferiors (in this case, my cat). So, in noble fulfillment of my newfound cause in society, I not only crucified that nasty bourgeois exploiter, but I then wrote a book about it, which I plan to publish in thirty to forty years.

And that was when I started being a communist.

So, could someone pass the salt please?

[Ashstripe]

Certainly. Comrade Beauxfort.

I shall gather many of our brothers and comrades, namely twelve stout communist men and sail to India, where we hope their salt and spice reserves have not dwindled.

From there, using our fake pass-ports and out of date galleons, we'll hijack an Elephant and ride home, carrying our bounty for the Motherland.

But, alas, in Soviet Russia, Salt pass you!

Why? Oh why? Did I have to use that lame joke.

[Promatera]

Because my good sir, among thousands of neurons that exist within the human brain, there exists a group of neurons that exist solely for the purpose of telling jokes. Every time a joke is going to be made, these neurons fire off the joke into the brain so that it can be said; however, within the happy group of joking neurons exists a single bad seed.

This bad neuron doesn't like it when the good neurons fire off a funny joke because it believes they are stealing all of its best jokes. So what this single, sinister neuron does is secretly fire a joke while the other neurons are not looking. What this narcissistic neuron does not realize unfortunately is that all of its own jokes are rather bad. And thus the lame joke is created. Your evil neuron got through your funny neurons and told a bad joke.

Simply amazing!

Now could someone please tell me where babies come from?

((Yeah this thread is old, but this was too fun to pass up XD))

[Rosebud]

SCEB says they come from the moon... But that doesn't make much sense, since he also says Unicorns come from the moon as well...

How many Steampunks does it take to change a lightbulb?

[mirima]

The number of steampunks required to change a lightbulb is equal to the multaplicitive property of republicans over two times the total lung capacity of a sperm whale, which is then divided by the yaoi factorate to the power of the number of fandoms in which fanfic is written. Then it is necessary (by the Uranium Platelet) to take into account the recent flux change in the visible light spectrum by factoring out two x's, one y, and one albino socialist alligator.

That leaves us with a number that coincidentally equals the number of times a day Davy Crockett ate Antarctic ostrich, which is more times than you might think, but I digress.

Next, we must take the whole shebang -- calling it 'n' for simplicity's sake; oh, wait, let's not, as using letters for things confuses me so terribly -- so we must take the whole shebang (the number equalling both the number of steampunks required to change a lightbulb and equal to the multaplicitive property of republicans over two times the total lung capacity of a sperm whale, then divided by the yaoi factorate to the power of the number of fandoms in which fanfic is written, taking into account the recent flux change in the visible light spectrum by factoring out two x's, one y, and one albino socialist alligator, and leaving us with a number of times a day Davy Crockett ate Antarctic ostrich) and simply divide it by twice the sum of the number of thumbtacks in Canada and in England.

Quite simple, really. If you've done your math correctly, which I am sure you have, the answer is eighteen minus a penguin.




If two sparrows had six arrows and set out to shoot a duck, just how long would it take them before they had some luck? (BONUS if you include the reference in your answer~~)

[Nightfire]

Well, old chap, the answer is simple. To bag that duck, they had no luck, because they had no bow!
-The question is from Triss, said by Scarum. ;D

And I am unimaginative, so I'm stealing a question from Slagar the Cruel.

"If a fly falls into holy water, is the water defiled, or the fly sanctified?"

And no, I am not Catholic.