Eliza: You're in your apartment, walking to the kitchen to get a snack, when all of a sudden you look down...
Optical: What one?
Optical: What snack?
Eliza: It doesn't make any difference what snack, it's completely hypothetical.
Optical: But, how come I'm hungry?
Eliza: Maybe you just got up. Maybe you want to eat by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a Boston terrier puppy, Optical. It's walking toward you...
Optical: Boston terrier? What's that?
Eliza: You know what a French bulldog is?
Optical: Of course!
Eliza: Same thing.
Optical: I've never seen a French bulldog... But I understand what you mean.
Eliza: You reach down and you flip the puppy over on its back, Optical.
Optical: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Gauger? Or do they write `em down for you?
Eliza: The puppy wobbles on its back, its belly chilling in the AC, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Optical: What do you mean, I'm not helping?
Eliza: I mean: you're not helping! Why is that, Optical?
Eliza: They're just questions, Optical. In answer to your query, they're written down for me. It's a test, designed to provoke an emotional response... Shall we continue?
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