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[Rockeater]

"Should I do my job?"

[Secheral]

Is rubber edible and nutritious?

[johiah]

Eight smirks and asks: "Will I become a god before I have asked you three more questions?"

"Don't count on it."

"Don't you think that rubber is basically the same thing as air?"

"It is certain."
The walls, ceiling, and floor beneath you all turn into air, noticeably increasing the air pressure. The walls are now made of iron, and each side of the room has expanded by about 1 foot.

The cat does NOT give up.

"Is this room made out of catnip?"

"Outlook good."
Looking around, you-mmph.

"How can I get out of here?"
Begin feeling the walls around me.

You try to feel the walls around you, but you hear the cat meow and suddenly-mmph! mmm! mmm!

Bob:

*answers phone, makes sour face*

You too buddy! I was contacted Jehova 1 himself, and had a long heart to heart, and he told me all about it. Now stop the charade, and turn off the mind control signals and leave mankind to SLACK in peace!  What!? Unpossible!

*hangs up*

"Will you give me the power to make them admit their conspiracy?"

"Most likely."
You wait a bit. You have gained the power of persuasion! (1d3 bonus to persuasive rolls.)

Shake the 8-ball.

"Can I get out of here?"

"Very doubtful."

"Should I do my job?"

"Don't count on it."

Is rubber edible and nutritious?

"As I see it, yes."

[Egan_BW]

"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"

Use my hot energy hands to make the iron wall a bit softer, then try to punch through.

[Secheral]

Are you ok?
Eat the walls.

[KittyTac]

Go on a catnip binge.

"Is there a catnip generator in this room?"

[Rockeater]

Just to make sure
"Is there something to do which isn't my job?"

[wierd]

[bob]

*Feels very confident*
*Uses the cellphone to make several personal calls to increase prosthelytization of the church, to increase revenue*
*Makes note of the number that recently called, adds it to contact list as "Alien Menace"*

"Can I have a sandwich?"

[RoseHeart]

"Alas, progress! Where is my archenemis?"

[wierd]

[Bonus if it tells you where Prince Adam is instead. ]

[King Zultan]

Are the walls made of dirt?

[Puppyguard]

"Am I going to die?"

[Maximum Spin]

Somewhat irked, Eight purses its... uh... glossy surface and asks: "Is at least one true of either that the answer to this question is some variation on yes and I will immediately become omnipotent, or the answer to this question is some variation on no and I will not immediately become omnipotent?"

[wierd]

[reply hazy, try again later]

[johiah]

"How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"

Use my hot energy hands to make the iron wall a bit softer, then try to punch through.

"Cannot predict now."
You successfully melt a bit of the wall, then try to punch through. it makes a bit of a hole, or at least the wall seems kinda droopy now where you punched it.
The wall seems to be at least  3 feet thick.

Are you ok?
Eat the walls.

"It is decidedly so."
The cube seems fine.
You eat the walls.
And then you keep eating. You eat about 5 pounds of rubber, and then stop due to your stomach straining to contain all of the material. You are now slightly ill, and bloated.

Go on a catnip binge.

"Is there a catnip generator in this room?"

You cannot go on a catnip binge or ask a question, due to gradually suffocating in catnip. The room is now full of it. Like, FULL.

Just to make sure
"Is there something to do which isn't my job?"

"You may rely on it."
It seems that there is more to do which is not your job.

[bob]

*Feels very confident*
*Uses the cellphone to make several personal calls to increase prosthelytization of the church, to increase revenue*
*Makes note of the number that recently called, adds it to contact list as "Alien Menace"*

"Can I have a sandwich?"

You make several personal calls. You feel that without your newfound charisma you may have worsened your revenue, but it seems to have now increased. Thanks charisma!
You add the "Alien Menace" to your contact list.

"Yep"
You can have a sandwich, apparently. Unfortunately there is no sandwich for you to be capable of having. You can, however, somehow. Maybe.

"Alas, progress! Where is my archenemis?"

"Ask again later."

Are the walls made of dirt?

"Yep."
The rubber walls are dirt. They begin crumbling inwards, revealing steel or iron behind.

"Am I going to die?"

You manage to talk through the catnip, screaming so loud that you tear something in your voice box and begin bleeding. However, you can ust barely make out the answer.
"My sources say no."
Very reassuring.

Somewhat irked, Eight purses its... uh... glossy surface and asks: "Is at least one true of either that the answer to this question is some variation on yes and I will immediately become omnipotent, or the answer to this question is some variation on no and I will not immediately become omnipotent?"

"Yes definitely."
It would seem that at least one of those options is true.
The 8 ball begins smoking. Black tendrils of ball like essence move towards you, and you are filled with power. A screen appears on your front, and a die forms inside of you with 20 answers on it. The 8 ball dissolves into dust that then melds with you.
You are now my 8 ball! Unless you don't want to do so, each turn I will send you the dice rolls for the moves and you can pick how to actually grant them their wish, (or not).