Mike O. Writes:

Subject: A Question About Life

Question: Why?

The Voices Reply:

Conscience: Very good question!

Reaper: What's he want? 

Conscience: I think he wants to know why we are here.

Reaper: I don't know. Ask the guy who imagined us up. He could answer that one. I'm guessing head-trauma. 

Conscience: Not us, the voices. Everyone. I think he is asking the meaning of life.

Reaper: Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh.

Conscience: Well you see, many a philosopher has argued over thi-

Stinger: Why not?

Conscience: Excuse me?

Stinger: We don't know why we are here. 

Conscience: But the philosophers...

Reaper: ... don't know either.

Conscience: But... but...

Stinger: ... they don't know either.

Conscience: I understand that, but they are always talking about it. Some of them discuss it non-stop. Surely they must have come up with something...

Reaper: You know what they came up with?

Conscience: What?

Reaper: THEY DON'T KNOW EITHER!!! 

Conscience: Ok already! Ok... if you two are so smart, Why are we here? To burp, fart and scratch ourselves? 

Stinger: Sure!

Conscience: What?!? Why?!?

Stinger: Why not?

Conscience: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Reaper: This is fun! Quick! Someone ask him about the chicken and the egg!