“You have already decided my answers are lies before I’ve even answered one of your ridiculous riddles!” she says with fire in her spit. “YES! I called these pathetically worded questions riddles, for that is what they are. So either accept my answers as I give them, or ask new questions! But ensure if you do, that they have the depth of what you require from them, and not these childlike limericks.”
He purses his lips together tightly, and quietly chews on the inside of his cheek, then laughs as he leans away and begins to whistle an old tune..
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 