*looks at hand* Would you want Chewbacca or Yoda to run for senate?
*looks at you confused* Um... I guess Yoda?
Yeah Yoda.... is.... um, yeah. *looks at hand again* How many chickens could kill an elephant?
*looks at your hands*I’m sorry, are you reading off of your hand?
Ummmmmmmmm... No? Yes? Maybe?
Okay, then... Why are we at a Senate Runoff?
Because.... *looks at hands again* we need to.. um... *looks at other hand* get a drink.
With the senate?!
Alright... Also, are you high by any chance? Cause if you are, can I have what you’re smoking?
Well, I.... *looks at hand* Can I-Can-CAN I PLEASE MAIL YOU A CORN DOG>
Can I please maybe... mail you a corndog?
Is this a weird fetish or something?!
*looks at hand* But can I?
*mutters* I skipped getting a nude portrait done of myself for this?!
Oh..... um............ yes, well.
*calls over a waiter, who is Mike Braun* Hi, um, when is our dinner coming? *Mike replies with something along the lines of “Ma’am this is a senate runoff. We don’t serve dinner”*
Um... do you wanna go to a restaurant?
*glares* What do you think?!
Ehhhhh... probably? Which restaurant?
*pulls up phone and searches “restaurants near me”* *Sighs* Chuck E. Cheese is the closest. Let’s go there.
Erm. What's another restaurant near here?
*Checks again*. It’s either Chuck E Cheese or Hooters. What do you want?
What's Hooters? That's an owl, duh, sorry, excuse my knowledge. Hoot hoot
*groans* I’m just gonna go. Goodbye, weirdo.
Ehh, but-um...... * looks at hand* Hmph. Bye.