More stupid questions with the Infected cast …

Two this time! A softball before we get really stupid.

 

 

If you were held at gunpoint and to sing a song for karaoke, what would it be? (And no, Roan, you can’t disarm this person in any way. There’s no getting out of it.)

 

 

Roan: Fuck Tha Police by NWA.

 

Holden: Demons by Sleigh Bells.

 

Grey: Paranoid Android by Radiohead.

 

Dylan: Oh, um. Maybe something by Elliott Smith? Not the same song everybody does. Maybe St. Ives Heaven. What did Roan say? Oh dear …

 

Tank: Big Balls by AC/DC.

 

Fiona: Whip It by Devo. You just walked into that, didn’t you?

 

Paris: I Wanna Be Adored by The Stone Roses. I bet you thought I was going to say I’m Too Sexy, didn’t you?

 

Scott: Okay, I have two I really like to sing, so it’s going to depend on my mood.  Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps) by David Bowie or Dog Days Are Over by Florence and the Machine.

 

Dropkick: Gimme Shelter by The Rolling Stones. Hey, if you’re going to make me do this, I’m taking the whole room down with me.

 

Dee: Ugh. I think I got drunk at the hospital Christmas party and did that. What did I sing? It’s kind of a haze now. I think, ironically it was Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by The Smiths. I didn’t even attempt to hit those falsetto notes.

 

Randi: Ooh, I have three standards that I go to when I’m doing karaoke. I’ll either do One Way or Another by Blondie, Heartbreaker by Pat Benatar, or Bad Romance by Lady Gaga.

 

Gordo: I’d rather be shot. I bet everyone else in the room would prefer that too.

 

Kevin: Little Red Corvette by Prince.

 

Shep: Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division.

 

 

 

If you were an appliance, what kind of appliance would you be?

 

Roan: Come on now! You can’t be serious. How is …? *sighs heavily* I didn’t take enough pills for this. Fine, I guess I’d be one of those big deli meat slicers.

 

Holden: Defective pressure cooker. I’d explode and hopefully take out the entire kitchen.

 

Dylan: I know the answer to this one! Snow cone machine.

 

Tank: Does it have to be a kitchen appliance? ‘Cause some places have these blade sharpeners for skates …. (at least theoretical household appliance of some kind). Okay. Blender.

 

Grey: I’m one of those combined toaster oven/coffee maker dealies.

 

Fiona: George Foreman grill.

 

Paris: Hmm. There’s a couple ways I could go with this one … but I think I’d make a damn fine oven, don’t you?

 

Scott: Ice cream maker.

 

Gordo: Coffee pot.

 

Dropkick: Is someone paying you to do this? (No.) Good. That restores my faith in humanity somewhat. Electric kettle, I guess.

 

Dee: See, I’m tempted to say defibulator, but that falls outside the boundaries, doesn’t it? (Yes.) Okay, then I guess I’m just the world’s best vibrator then.

 

Randi: Microwave.

 

Shep: Sphygmomanometer.

 

Dee: Why does he get that? Oh, just ‘cause you can by blood pressure cuffs for home use, right? I still think that’s cheating.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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