Funny Theory Questions Novels & Stories

“And what else are you assuming?” I took the challenge. If he wanted to play, we would play. “I’m assuming you didn’t work Monday through Friday, nine to five.” “Interesting theory.” “I’m assuming your passport was full of stamps.” “Go on.” “And I’m assuming you didn’t live in a two-bedroom apartment in the suburbs.” This time he laughed for real, and the sound was far more attractive than it had any right to be. “You’re good at this,” he admitted. “At what?” “Coming up with theories without asking direct questions.”

Enough to want me dead. Staring death in the face, suddenly, questions circle in my brain — How does a chicken pee? Do they make mouse-flavored cat food? Do coffins have lifetime guarantees? How do you handcuff a one-armed man? If a Smurf chokes, what color does it turn? Can blind people see their dreams? Do penguins have knees? Does it hurt when you die? Either this is the ‘life flashing before your eyes’ thing, or dying means losing your mind. Weird.

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"The three theories," I began, "are positively conceivable. Assuming what we recognise, we may deliberate them quite believable. But they are still theoretical. In extra words, they may be precise, but their correctness is by no way established. As such, they signify three areas of indecision. However, I do not regard these doubts as major flaws in our case, both because in all three examples, several reasonable replacements exist, and because these propositions are all efforts to respond consequential, or even relating, questions. We may never find acceptable responses to all these distant inquiries, but the fundamental of our case is built on solutions to other, more dominant, questions. D

—something like ‘why do humans and different races all over the world exist’? ‘Theory of evolution’? —something like ‘where did you go after you died’? …′ Heaven or Hell’? —something like ‘why is sheep called a sheep’? ………′ Someone named them’? —something like ‘is money good or bad’? ‘Depends on whether you control the money or letting money to control you.’ I only got one and a half question correct among five, he told me. I was 9-year-old at that time if I remember correctly.

I say, sending in a list of get to know you dating questions. Thane goes through the long pile of questions, a chuckle breaking off his lips while he reads through. “Okay, this is good. But why does it have lots of nasty questions” he asks, lifting his eyes up. “I just placed a balance of sexual and emotional questions” I blurted out, not really wanting to let out the truth of its originator, but that seems to already be on the table. My hands shield cover my face. Thanes stare isn't exactly innocent, but a mix of slutty and amazement. I guess no one really knows what's in your brain, until you let it off.

It’s got a total supervillain vibe going. “Has anyone ever told you that you are kind of paranoid?” I asked. “I mean, do you watch those shows on TV where they come up with all sorts of conspiracy theories—” “I don’t have time for TV. And I am not paranoid. I am just cautious.” It was my turn to snort.

"So what? Tell them I was slaughtering a chicken for the party and see who questions it" *******************************************

After studying me for quite some time, he finally tossed out his question. "Hey, Daniel. What do you think about the Internet rumors claiming that you're Mr. Kirkland's lackey?" The entire audience broke out into loud chatter the moment they heard Thomas' question. It was an extremely sharp, nonsensical, and idiotic question, to say the least. In fact, the nature of this question was as dumb as Thomas the dumbass. Thomas and the mentors around him all stared at me in a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and anticipation. They were waiting to see how I'd respond to this question.

With each question Theo asked and each answer he received, his young mind expanded and his curiosity deepened, creating a rich foundation for his future adventures in education and exploration. One sunny morning, as Theo sat at his makeshift desk with Teacher Mike and Mama Hazel by his side, a new question danced on his lips. "Teacher Mike, why do some fruits and vegetables have different colors?" Theo's eyes sparkled with curiosity as he held up a vibrant red apple and a bright orange carrot.