Middle:
Am I hungry?
"Yes definitely."
Your stomach rumbles.
The cat does not give up.
"Is there any catnip in this room now?"
"Outlook not so good."
On top of that bad news, the average person pokes you.
"Magic huh? If you are so powerful, are you even able to...tell me where He-Man is right now?
"Yes definitely."
You assume this means that the 8 ball is no longer limited to the 20 predetermined responses?
"Can I do my job from here?"
"Signs point to yes."
A circular conveyor belt is in the room next to you.
Bob smiles and bites down on his pipe.
"As it SHOULD be! I am the MASTER of SLACK!"
"Can I contact the ALIEN MENACE? Their conspiracy to keep people from SLACK must end!"
"Yep."
You realize you are holding a phone. It is ringing.
"Can magic 8-balls change the properties of reality?"
"Don't count on it."
An appropriate response.
Name: Eight
Description: A living, sentient 8-ball. With telekinesis.
Question: "Does the set of all sets that do not contain themselves contain itself?"
"Outlook not so good."
The 8 ball appears to be smoking.
"What the actual heck?"
Poke the cat to see if it's real.
You poke the cat. It seems to be real. Maybe.
Feeling quite pleased with himself, Moe decides to ask a risky question:
"Will you only give me the result of 'yes' from now on?"
"It is decidedly so."
There is a faint smell of burning plastic.
Name: Dr. H.M. Phage, T.E.
Description: Looks like a giant bacteriophage with oversized spiral glasses and a bowtie that changes color and pattern every layer(also known as a scene).
First question: "Where am I, is this the mental ward?"
"Most likely."
One of the walls is made of glass, and you are fairly sure you are being observed.
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