Are you just a Poe boy, from a Poe family?
Should we spare him his life from this monstrosity?
Wouldn’t that be the Queenly thing to do?
Why am I so queenly confused?
And hungry for a French bread sandwich?
You too, huh?
Are you buyin’?
Sure, why not?
Can I get in on that too?
What will you buy us for dessert?
What are you hankering for? Maybe a root beer float?
When’s the last time you had a root beer float?
Would you believe it’s been at least a year or two?
Would you believe it’s probably been closer to ten years for me?
Why so long? Don’t you like them?
Would you believe I don’t even have a good answer?
Why isn’t that, in itself, a good answer?
Shouldn’t there be at least some reason?
Is no reason also a reason?
Is this the season of no reason when it comes to abstaining from root beer floats?
Shall we let the mystery’s crescendo continue to build and build?