*John Malkovich scowl*

On what subject(s) are you an authority?

Why are you here? Ah-ah-ah. Don’t move. Don’t move. You move, I get nervous because I don’t know what you’ll do, and you know what will happen then? Things will get messy. You don’t want that. So, again. Why are you here? No, Matthew, this is not about me. It’s about you. Why are you here? Just answer the question, Matthew. Na-ah-ah. What did I say about moving. There you go, moving again. Why aren’t you answering the question? The question, Matthew. See, now you’re making me nervous. And I told you, Matthew, don’t make me nervous. Now, things are going to get messy. All because you couldn’t answer a simple question, Matthew. *sigh* You disappoint me. *click*

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#answers

*Alan Rickman squint*

What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why?

That is phenomenally suspicious question. Tell me, what exactly do you expect me to say here? No, I’m curious. Hell would be too prosaic, wouldn’t it. Other people, then. Naturally. But people are everywhere, aren’t they. They can be such a bother. Horrible. Though. Well. There is a certain kind of villainy, isn’t there, a kind of evil, that defies all sense and reason. A corruption of the soul, the kind that seeps into everything, and ruins even the simplest of pleasures. Yes. That is the kind of place one wouldn’t want to be in. Would you? Of course not. Who would? Now, that’s an interesting question. Those who revel in villainy. Those who corrupt for corruption’s sake. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, and every tongue brings in a several tale, and every tale condemns me for a villain. Thrilling to play as an actor. Horrible to exist with as a human being. Quite a silly business, isn’t it. Being human. Unfortunately, we can’t ask the person who started the whole mess. Rather annoying, really.

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*Jeff Goldblum smile*

What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?

Ah, what a question. Five, five, five. What an interesting number. A full hand. Makes you want to grab it, doesn’t it? A number you can literally hold. Look at that sky. Reminds me of this one time in Italy, lovely summer. I ran into this incredible artisan, he carved these little elephants out of stone pines. Tiny. Perfect. He was from Sierra Leone. Led the most fascinating life. Oh, is that coffee? Wonderful, wonderful. What blend is it? Costa Rican? Mmmh, wonderful. Perfect. Thank you. Have you ever been? You should go. Travel does such good things to the heart and mind. It opens the soul to the world. Now, where we? Happiness? Now that is a big question. Tricky, tricky. Happiness is like water, isn’t it? You have it then, whoops, misery. Worst day of your life. Suddenly, a butterfly flutters by, or you run into an old friend you haven’t seen in a while, and there it is again, happiness. It’s such a fascinating part of existence, isn’t it? This coffee is very good, you have to tell me where you got it from. The shop, of course, ahahaha, silly you. Silly me, too. Let’s all be silly. People should be silly more, shouldn’t they? Just abrooblibloop and there, no sadness. Just happiness and butterflies, tiny elephants, and coffee. Wonderful.

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