Depending on the paper. :smug:

Would you like some strawberries?
 
If you're fine with chrysanthemum tea, sure... :smug:

Would you showcase any artwork you've done yourself over here?
 
Show me the sofa, and I'll decide. :evillaugh:

Would you prefer to finish off work during your holidays, or take as much of a break as possible instead?
 
Depending on the destination. :gotidea:

Would you like muffins or cupcakes?
 
I guess I can oblige a little.

Will you love cute things like me?
 
I will give thanks, if that is enough?

Would you have a tortoise as a pet?
 
Nope, I don't really move my furniture much, and I'd be unlikely to do that for others. :fag:

Would you prefer a heavy breakfast?
 
Depends on the animal. I'm not taking a runaway cheetah home. :digoil:

Would you kindly make a post somewhere else and tell me which thread it was in later?
 
No. Too much responsibility.

Would you rake a racy photo for a model
agency, if they asked you?
 
Uh, rake? Depending on what that's supposed to mean, I might just do it. :goodtea:

Would you scan the ground for dropped coins for a whole day?
 
Yes, then spend when I find them.

Would you eat a giant cupcake?
 
Yes, if it isn't as big as I fear it'd be. :smug:

Will you keep up this frequent avatar and sig change?
 

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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?