Yumemitai: Hello everyone!
Atobe: What is the meaning of this, you insolent woman! Forcing Ore-Sama to do something as ridiculous as this!
Yumemitai: Are you refusing to do this, Keigo-dearest?
Atobe: Wa- Why yes of course I am. I lead a tennis club with two-hundred members and I am heir to a million-dollar company. I've got better things to do.
Yumemitai: Which is such a shame, really, because I am an Author, and Author's can write stories about you in the most ridiculous, embarrassing and terrible shapes. And you, being a fictional character, have no choice but to follow along.
Ibu: Did you just say Author with the capital A twice? I really don't see the problem, though. Aside from Tennis there's not much to do and Atobe never looked very busy with the company he talks of so much. Seeing as he could have damaged himself for life in tennis and I'm sure that doesn't have anything to do with tennis and-- Why did you smack me? That is so mean, seeing as how I'm doing this all for you, and it hurts too. You shouldn't be so violent. In fact, since you're ill, you're supposed to be in bed and—
Yumemitai: Shinji, be a dear and shut up. For our sanity.
Atobe: For once, Ore-sama agrees with you, woman. And your hair is fuzzy. What was the last time you washed it?
Yumemitai: Yesterday?
Atobe: What, you don't wash your hair in the morning?
Yumemitai: Err… What the--? Anyway, Might you have a question or two –or a hundred, might you so wish- for the lovely gentlemen here, then do feel free to place them in a review, and they will be so kind as to answer them to the best of their extent.
As for the 'Q&A's are not original, and there are a lot already, and someone else is (probably) already doing this, I couldn't care less. I'm doing this for fun and because I'm too lazy to write an actual story. So do enjoy.