'Are you a punctuation mark?' 'Yes.' 'Are

'Are you a punctuation mark?' 'Yes.' 'Are you a subatomic particle?' 'Yes.' 'Are you an amusement park ride?' 'Yes.' 'Are you an interplanetary magnetic field?' 'Yes.'

"Do you like icecream?" "No." "Do you like chocolate icecream?" "Yes." "Are you attracted to other subatomic particles?" "Yes and no." "Do I know you from somewhere." "Yes."

"Did I see you in Mexico?" "Jes." "In English?" "Yes." "Did you take my ice cream?" "¡No!" "In English?" "No!" "Do you like roller coasters?" "Ouiiii." "In English?" "Yes." "20 Q's

Finally the dad had enough of his daughter's questions. "Goddamn it Tippy, I am a mid-level manager at the Raddison. I can't answer these questions!" Tippy was disgusted with

his ignorance of quantum finance and kicked him in the liver machine which rattled and whirred in a horrible manner. "If I was Ayn Rand, I'd slit your pathetic throat." Seething,

Ayn Rand suddenly jumped out from behind a nearby heavy satin curtain, slit both of their throats, stole the liver machine, then shrugged objectively. She abhorred quantum finance,

but most of all, Ayn hated physics. So, with the liver machine in possession, she decided her next move would be to break physics. Once she found a kind lawyer, she would be ready.

Little did she know of the horrors that were about to be unleashed, as after a simple experiment involving buttered toast and a cat's feet, the laws of the universe began to

come together in the most unpredictable way possible, yet everything made sense now. As a shudder rolled down her back she took a steadying breath, accepting the fresh realization.