"Welcome back to Monkee Date, ladies and gentlemen." The hand Althea was holding her pencil in came to rest abruptly on one of her chair's arms. "Edith will now ask her remaining questions. Take it away, Edith."
The girl cleared her throat. "What would you do if you were stranded in the Himalayas and your girlfriend got appendicitis?"
Althea cocked her head. "That's an interesting thought. One?"
"Well…I'd do my best to make her comfortable and then I'd pray to be rescued."
"Two?"
"I'd take out my pocket knife and attempt to operate, if there was nobody else qualified to do it. I saw someone do an appendectomy once, so I'd just hope I could remember what happened."
"How about you, Three?"
"I'd cart her down lower so she could breath more easily."
"Four, then Five."
"I'd sing to her. If I couldn't do anything else for her, the least I could do is try to lessen the pain in a way I know how."
"I'd just hold her close."
"All right. Next question, Edith?"
"Did you ever forget your first love?"
"No!"
As if they had rehearsed, all five men said it at the exact same time.
"Well," Althea glanced at Edith's slightly bewildered expression, "that answers that. Last question?"
"Do you think you're square?"
"I guess…no."
"Yeah."
"Uh…no?"
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Well I'm not a hippie, if that's what you mean!"
"Alright." Althea turned to the audience. "After a word from our alternate sponsor, we'll return to Monkee Date, and then Edith will choose her date."
[To Edith: Leave a review stating who you've chosen]