Destiny fulfilled!

(But now what am I going to do?)

Serious.

Nordic wool sweaters are no laughing matter, especially when worn inside in Texas.

I just took the quiz, and apparently I'm a Nespresso Coffee Maker. I didn't even realize that was one of the options.

Also, this is Thor Lund:

Very well said!

And you should be proud! You sound like a star!

In his background.

Or in his backseat.

Thank you!

You are fantastic! Thank you.

Deviled eggs are no laughing matter!

The least terrible of a batch of no good, very bad options . . . .

True.

But it'd be nice if the second step wasn't right back to where they started, no?

I had him hanging out in Sodom, actually.

. . . they're taken away to a private screening area, where they'd ostensibly have the chance to tell an authority figure if they were being shipped abroad to marry a stranger.

But then what? They become wards of the state? Or do they go home to the very same parents that tried to force marriage on them in the…

John Snow = Ishmael?

Mama Stark = Job?

Wait.

So Game of Thrones is non-fiction?

I'm an ottoman.

Why would it?

Got it. Good answer — and thank you.

But know this: You'd be strong and joyful and fearless. I don't know you, but I know that.

You will live to regret those words.

But if you're serious, I'm playing Mark Twain at the Pasadena Playhouse August 21-24 . . . .

Fair enough. And very wise.

Guess that's why you're a doctor!