Zirealism

Reminds me of one friend who always says, "Violence is not the answer!" and I always ask them, "What was the question?"

Do you think your boss Marselis Wallace is a bitch?!?

I gone get medieval on yo' ass.

So how do you like my new hair-do?

I liked the mullet better.

-what's the matter, can't talk with a gun in your mouth?

-is this thing the safety?

-did you enjoy my work in "the king and I" and "westworld"?

-what do you think about my implants?

-to be or not to be, bitch?

I don't think I have the artistic ability to draw a mullet. The question of course was, "What's love got to do with it?"

The person with the gun has breasts. And no hair. Is it Sinead O'Connor? If it was, I think it would explain a lot.

somebody has to make a musical extravaganza version of this.

... This is representative of the way western society works, whether it be in love or war. The old shoot first ask questions later, the irony being that we don't realise our stupidity because in reality we are standing above a cadaver with a smoking gun, shouting, "HEY! You still haven't answered my QUESTION...".

And as not only the above posts show, but also the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy, we don't even know what the question is.

Jules: Whatsamatter? Oh, you were through. Well allow me to retort.
what does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I've ever heard of, they speak english in "What"?
Brett: What?
Jules: English muther fucker, do you speak it.
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Then you understand what I'm saying?
Brett: Yes.
Jules: Now describe what Marcellus Wallace looks like.
Brett: What?
Jules: Say what again motherfucker. C'mon, say it again. I double dare you motherfucker. Say what one more time.
Jules: What does Marcellus Wallace look like?
Brett: He's black.
Jules: Go on...
Brett: And he's... tall...
Jules: --does he look like a bitch?
Brett: What?
Jules shoots Brett in the shoulder.
Jules: Does he look like a bitch?
Brett: No.
Jules: Then why'd you try to fuck him like a bitch?
Brett: I didn't.
Jules: Yes you did Brett, you tryed to fuck him, and Marcellus Wallace don't like to be fucked by anybody but Mrs. Wallace.

Well, you get the idea.