Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?
I might be you, You might be me, who knows? Only the mad hatter knows, and we'll both really know for sure once you press that red button.
I don't give a damn. All I care about is that I want to get out of here, pronto. I have no idea where I am.
Oh, are you sure, sir? You seriously have no idea where you are? Even when you realize that the fact that you know you're in a place filled with nothingness is already a sign that you at least know that you're in a void, meaning that you, in fact, know where you are? That's what I call a psychotic liar, tell me, you old coot, where in fact did YOU come from? You weren't here three minutes ago. It's almost as if you just teleported in.
What? Why are you questioning me, anyway?
Because you're the one who first questioned, silly!
Are you actually insane?
Me? Myself? Maybe no, maybe so. You'll never know.
Well, if this is how you're responding to my question then I'm actually concerned that you are psychotic.
Don't jump to conclusions, sir. And may I ask, why are you being so negative? In such a cruel, unforgiving world, you'd oughta cheer up a bit, eh?
What are you talking about? You are insane. All I ask from you is for where I am. Where are you, too?
That is literally what I asked you to tell me. How can I tell you if I don't know where I am either, hmm?
...I guess I can't argue with that. Where are we anyway? Shit, who are you?
Me? Oh little ol' me? I'll tell you who I am. I am the one to be feared. I am your worst enemy. I am... Your next door neighbor. Now how 'bout the weather?
...We're in a void.