Okay, line up now, no pushing…
Let’s see now, the thrice-daved Dave Dave Davin wants a triple dipper. I guess we can manage that, buddy, but don’t drop it, I’m not buyin’ ya another one, okay? Hey, welcome to the Straight Dope, D3! You sure picked the right day to register! Betcha didn’t know when you came in here that they was gonna be givin’ away ice cream, huh?
Okay, who’s next? Ike, sweetie, even though you’re not a Dave, I think you’re entitled to ice cream just for that lovely poem. Here ya go!
One ice cream cone for the athletic Tom Taylor! Eat it where the other kids can’t see you, or else you’ll have to share licks.
Sorry, Mouthbreather, no Scotch at Baskin-Robbins. Want a sugar cone to eat instead? Or there’s sherbet, or popsicles over there…
Hey, there’s H82W8! Do you mind if I ask, is it “Hate to Wait” or “Hate to Weight” as in a progression, you know, like converting hate to weight? And how do you do that? Anyway, here’s your ice cream…
Democritus, you can have your very own swirl cone, 'cause Ike’s poem has got me feeling mighty gracious. So remember to say “thank you” to HIM next time you see him, okay? And what if I gave you Poly’s cone, and then he shows up later. Don’t wanna do that.
DaveW, you can have rainbow sprinkles if they have them… << pause >> Yep, looks like you’re in luck! Here you go.
Say, there, Mr. Thin Skin, when you’re done eating your ice cream, I’m gonna give you an extra cone to take home to your mom for being so nice as to call you how you wanted. Does she want chocolate or vanilla? Can you ride your bike holding it? Great!