Dear Die-er-ee:
I was playing twenty questions with Dean today. I have learned this is a great game to play with him when he's in one of those broody-brood moods. I LOVE doing, so. The following is the basic conversation of the event.
Me: Okay, I have it… ask me.
Dean: What?
Me: Twenty questions… Ask.
Dean: Okay? Um… is it a thing?
Me: Yes… no…
Dean: Is it a person?
Me: Sort of.
Dean: An animal?
Me: Kinda…
Dean: What is it?
Me: Can't tell you. And that question doesn't count…
Dean: What?!
Me: Nor does that one. Please, ask a question.
Dean: Fine. Do I know of it?
Me: Yep.
Dean: How do you know?
Me *gives Dean a "You gotta be kidding me" look*: It's you.
Dean: Is it… scaley?
Me: Nope.
Dean: Furry?
Me: Oh, totally.
Dean: Does it meow?
Me: No… Not really.
Dean: Does it bark?
Me: No…
Dean: Does it make noise?
Me:Yeah.
Dean: How would you describe the noise?
Me: Whiney. *grins*
Dean: Whiney? Does it whine all the time?
Me: Well, maybe "whiney" isn't the right adjective… try… naggy.
Dean: Naggy?
Me: Yes… This kind seems to nag a lot.
Dean *thinks*: I dunno! How many questions has it been?
Me: Thirteen… that actually relate to the topic at hand. This one also doesn't count.
Dean: There's no way I'm going to get it!
Me: Just ask.
Dean: FINE! Does it come in different colors.
Me: Slight differences… mostly monochromatic.
Dean: Are they "pretty"?
Me: To most people standards? No.
Dean: Does it growl?
Me: You can call it a growl.
Dean: Will you tell me?
Me: No.
Dean: Why not?
Me: Because I am held by the VERY STRICT rules of Twenty Q's…
Dean: FINE. I won't ask any more questions, then…
Me: Fine.
*Sam and Kat arrive back at the table*
Me *lean over to Dean's ear*: It's a Wookie.
Dean: A Wookie?! You were thinking of a Wookie?!
Kat *grins at Dean *: She still wants to be one?
Me: Oh, come on, Kat! You KNOW it'd be awesome.
Sam *grins*
Dean *scoffs*
I dunno how poor Dean is going to deal with this idea, now.
Lulz
With love,
Benny