Yet more completely ridiculous questions.
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theatrical_muse, today.
*sigh*... I don't even know why I try to answer these things sometimes.
Prompt 277: Customer Service.
Is frequently a contradiction in terms. Oh, yes, the customer's always *supposed* to be right, but when you don't pay the help nearly enough, they really can't be bothered to pay attention to your petty little problems, like the fact that your food hasn't arrived in an hour and a half.
You may say to yourself, "How would an omnipotent being know about not getting served in a restaurant?" And the answer, my friends, is that every so often I go slumming, pretending to be one of you weak, inferior mortals. I don't go as far as my ex does and *refuse* to use my powers, but I at least *try* to play along with mortal limitations. Until they fail to bring out my companion's food for an hour and a half (and mine, but I don't *need* to eat, whereas the mortal friend I was with *did*.)
It was, however, really funny when the health inspector showed up the next day... after half the staff had been turned into rats. What a coincidence!
Prompt 280: What do you think?
Vastly more than you do, to the point where I can't even begin to explain everything I think, as your tiny brains simply can't hold so much information even if you could comprehend it.
Prompt 281: In the event of a zombie apocalypse, what would you do?
Would peanuts and popcorn be an inappropriate reaction?
How about front-row bleacher sets? Taking bets? Inviting pals over for the Continuum's metaphorical equivalent of pizza and beer to watch the show?
I suppose it would be really wrong of me to drop Jean-Luc's crew into the middle of it to either solve the zombie apocalypse for the poor benighted fools who are suffering from it, or... not. Really wrong. I mean, really *really* wrong. How could they *possibly* overcome their sacred Prime Directive to stop a zombie apocalypse on a pre-warp planet without giving themselves away as aliens or getting eaten by zombies?
Pardon me. I *really* have to go find out. *flash*
Prompt 282: Cremation or burial? Talk about funeral arrangements.
Haven't we been through this before with tombstones? I don't plan to *die*. And if I did die, there wouldn't be a body left behind. So I don't really need to concern myself with funeral arrangements.
Since dead Q tend to explode, I suppose by the most technical of definitions... cremation. But really, this is a completely morbid topic for an immortal entity to have to indulge in. I'm going back to watch Jean-Luc's Klingon fight some zombies.
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
theatrical_muse, today.*sigh*... I don't even know why I try to answer these things sometimes.
Prompt 277: Customer Service.
Is frequently a contradiction in terms. Oh, yes, the customer's always *supposed* to be right, but when you don't pay the help nearly enough, they really can't be bothered to pay attention to your petty little problems, like the fact that your food hasn't arrived in an hour and a half.
You may say to yourself, "How would an omnipotent being know about not getting served in a restaurant?" And the answer, my friends, is that every so often I go slumming, pretending to be one of you weak, inferior mortals. I don't go as far as my ex does and *refuse* to use my powers, but I at least *try* to play along with mortal limitations. Until they fail to bring out my companion's food for an hour and a half (and mine, but I don't *need* to eat, whereas the mortal friend I was with *did*.)
It was, however, really funny when the health inspector showed up the next day... after half the staff had been turned into rats. What a coincidence!
Prompt 280: What do you think?
Vastly more than you do, to the point where I can't even begin to explain everything I think, as your tiny brains simply can't hold so much information even if you could comprehend it.
Prompt 281: In the event of a zombie apocalypse, what would you do?
Would peanuts and popcorn be an inappropriate reaction?
How about front-row bleacher sets? Taking bets? Inviting pals over for the Continuum's metaphorical equivalent of pizza and beer to watch the show?
I suppose it would be really wrong of me to drop Jean-Luc's crew into the middle of it to either solve the zombie apocalypse for the poor benighted fools who are suffering from it, or... not. Really wrong. I mean, really *really* wrong. How could they *possibly* overcome their sacred Prime Directive to stop a zombie apocalypse on a pre-warp planet without giving themselves away as aliens or getting eaten by zombies?
Pardon me. I *really* have to go find out. *flash*
Prompt 282: Cremation or burial? Talk about funeral arrangements.
Haven't we been through this before with tombstones? I don't plan to *die*. And if I did die, there wouldn't be a body left behind. So I don't really need to concern myself with funeral arrangements.
Since dead Q tend to explode, I suppose by the most technical of definitions... cremation. But really, this is a completely morbid topic for an immortal entity to have to indulge in. I'm going back to watch Jean-Luc's Klingon fight some zombies.
Muse: Q
Fandom: Star Trek TNG
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OOC
Date: 2009-05-12 03:58 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2009-05-12 06:04 pm (UTC)I may actually have to expand the "TNG crew vs zombies because Q was curious who would win" thing at some point. I mean, Q wouldn't *actually* let any of them get eaten by zombies, and I'm sure it would be biological zombies and Crusher and LaForge could tech the techy tech to unzombie the people, but *they* wouldn't know that.
Re: OOC
Date: 2009-05-12 10:05 pm (UTC)That would be a fun read. Well, fun for the mun. Picard not so much.