Big Bad Cruft

"Wh... what does that even mean? Forbidden fruit? Am I disallowed from eating a certain fruit now? Is it any fruit?""...Is it apples?"

"Sung."

The man stares at the gift several seconds. Minutes. Maybe even hours. The look on his face is tired and unchanging, gaze remaining on the mankini. It's impossible to tell just what could possibly be going through his mind at this moment.Slowly, he looks up."This isn't my color."

"I'll believe it when I see it." He says with a scoff that quickly fades."I did think that Azeroth was doomed, though. The past year has given me some hope for the future."

"I have no idea what you're on about, but eggnog sounds delicious right about now."

"I'm going to have to ask you to never talk to me again."

Link to test: http://www.thebookoflife.org/self-knowledge-questionnaire/#

“Stash? Of moonshine? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He states bluntly, slowly turning away. “I have my moonshine, but I don’t know where your moonshine would be. I have not seen it.”

“I... don’t understand.”

"Sweets don't really do it for me, you did not eat that much candy. I did, however get drunk." He says, leaning in his chair."Visited the wickerman. I wasn't impressed. Can't even piss on the damn thing."

Alden scoffs, glancing away. “A man who puts up a wall, separating his people from their home and families is a terrible king. Along with that, people don’t need to be confined behind a wall.”He takes in a deep breath. “Not everyone was happy with being kept there. Some people wished to leave, to see the world. Some people wanted to learn all they could. You can’t do that behind a wall.”

"If... if I were a dragon?" He asks, scratching the side of his head. "I don't know, green maybe? I think green."

“Why?!” The man roars out, standing to his feet. “Why do you people feel the need to touch me so much?!”

“How fucked up are you that you felt the need to ask this question?”

Alden reads the letter, brow raised with curiosity. “S.B... Do I know an S.B.?” He mumbles to no one in particular, flipping it back and forth, as if trying to find some hidden message scrawled discretely in the corner. He sighs, going over the message once more, going through a list of names in his head that consist of the two letters.“Ssssssssung?” He says to himself, scratching the side of his head. “Well, I don’t see any reason not to help.”

"Never been one for all that future seeing stuff. Maybe I'm just someone who doesn't want to know what the future has in store for me." He finishes the sentence with a swig of moonshine, then shrugs."Might be a neat experience, though."