Questions, nothing but questions

[Statistikhengst]

Do you have six?

times seven!!!

 

[Esmeralda]

What is the size of your matter?

What is the matter with your size?

 

[Esmeralda]

Polonius: What do you read, my lord?
Hamlet: Words, words, words.
Polonius: What is the matter, my lord?
Hamlet: Between who?
Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.
Hamlet: Slanders, sir: for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards....
Polonius: [Aside] Though this be madness, yet there is method in't.
–Hamlet, Act II, Scene ii.

 

[Derideo_Te]

[“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.”

-12th Night]

Is music really the food of love?

 

[Pop23]

Can I ask a question?

 

[Mertex]

Why are people asking the same questions over and over?

 

[Pop23]

Why are people asking the same questions over and over?

Do you actually know where you are?

 

[BDBoop]

Has it become a habit?

 

[shart_attack]

Have you eaten the yellow snow?

 

[Esmeralda]

Can I ask a question?

Do you need to ask?

 

[Esmeralda]

Why are people asking the same questions over and over?

Do you actually know where you are?

Where are we now?

 

[Derideo_Te]

Who are we?

 

[Mertex]

Will this thread die a slow death?

 

[Statistikhengst]

Will this thread die a slow death?

Why must death always be slow?

 

[Pop23]

Can I ask a question?

Do you need to ask?

Isn't that the polite thing to do?

 

[Statistikhengst]

Can I ask a question?

Do you need to ask?

Isn't that the polite thing to do?

Wo wants to know?

 

[Derideo_Te]

2BR02B?

 

[Esmeralda]

Are you sure?

 

[Pop23]

Do you need to ask?

Isn't that the polite thing to do?

Wo wants to know?

Didn't mother teach you not to talk with your mouth full?

 

[Esmeralda]

For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin?
~Hamlet