Novel & Cerita Dumb Questions

Nick said in a way that sounded more like a question. "Go on, boy, " Ruby nodded. "When you died, did you go to heaven? How is heaven like? Is it lovely? What of hell? Ugly and hot as ever, right?" Nick asked many questions which made him look very cute. "Oh, Nick! How inquisitive of you! Ok, I can't answer all your questions. I am neither in heaven nor hell for now. I still have a quest to complete before I rest in the bosom of the Lord. I need to save a lot of people from evil hands. But for now, I can't disclose everything to you." Ruby tried explaining-but with the way things were, nick looked totally confused.

I looked at her again like she was the dumbest person in the world, then she frowned. “Why? I’m just asking a question.” Seriously? Is that even a question? It’s clear that mermaids are only mythical creatures and she would believe in those stupid kinds of stuff? “Are you sure you’re feeling well? It seems that you didn't have enough sleep and started asking dumb questions.” Then I howl with laughter.

Dillon scrawled out his message. First, The Hulk is the dumbest and most useless of them all! No restraint, just SMASH! Plus, what about the contractors and ordinary people that have to clean up after his destruction? What about those poor souls? Does your "brawn and brains Banner" pay for damages and reimburse families for their dead loved ones? Anyway, hmm food wise, can you get me a Coke icee and maybe 'kittles? Purple bag?

The giant puddle. The tree with the rough bark. A bench where an old man sometimes ate sandwiches while pigeons gathered around him. Lucas thought the pigeons were very rude. Damien agreed. That seemed to make Lucas happy. He asked endless questions. "Do you like dinosaurs?" "Can you ride a bike?" "What's your favorite color?" "What happens if worms get cold?" Some questions Damien could answer. Some he couldn't. Lucas didn't seem to mind either way. Mara walked a short distance behind them.

“Well, what can I do for you?” There was an air of no-nonsense about him and Zoe couldn’t quite decipher if he was just a serious guy or if he was sick of protecting dumb fucking people who got themselves in trouble. Like herself. She swallowed, “I-I was dating someone, from the club and-” “Smart move,” he quipped, sarcasm dripping through the speaker. “He’s… well, he’s mixed up with some bad people.” “Wouldn’t have expected anything less.”

Looked at Damien across the park, who was already crouching beside Noah distributing the first test quantity of white bread to an audience of entirely receptive pigeons. I wrapped my hands around the cup. It was the right temperature. I did not know what to do with that so I simply drank it and watched. Noah opened his notebook to the question page. "I have seven questions," he said. "You have to answer all of them. You cannot say I do not know if you actually do know. And you cannot make excuses inside the answer. Just the answer." Damien looked at him. "Okay," he said. Noah looked at the notebook.

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I never thought to call them morons, but here they are acting more stupid than morons. Me- I don’t understand their thinking. What is going on? Duke- It’s like the TikToks where the girl is asking about pickling cucumbers, or the one about where hair grows from. I can’t believe this level of stupid exist in my own bloodline. All Duke does is a low growl. “Can you three hear me?” I ask loudly, breaking their mindlinks. “Yes, Father,” they all answer in unison. I slap all three upside the head and dismiss them.

"Why didn't you answer?" He gasped, spontaneously collapsing into a sitting position while chanting the names of various cursed animals and clutching his trusty heirloom. What entertainment. "I have the right to be quiet, don't I?" He grumbled, like a girl losing interest. Have I ever faced a girl? I think it was a long time ago. Maybe two or thirty years ago, even I had almost forgotten what it was like to meet such an innocent girl. Most of the women I met were full of falsehoods.