"Twenty Questions," you say, remembering her as having a limited vocabulary.
"Great!" she chirps. "I'll go first. Remember, you can only answer 'yes' or 'no,' OK? Here we go!" Her eyes blink and spin wildly. "Do you like cookies?"
"Yes." Your eyes also roll a little.
"Do you ever feel despair in the face of a meaningless existence?"
"Um..." You shudder.
"...Engaging in unceasing yet pointless activity to distract yourself from the looming void? Anything to help you feel momentarily alive?"