First, a few general questions. Among your friends, you are?

The one everybody confides in.
The one everybody listens to.
The one everybody relies on.
The one everybody dotes on.
The one with a social life.
The normal one.
The high-maintenance one.
The comic relief.

What's your major character flaw?

I'm a bit of a control freak.
I'm possessive.
I'm inclined to be paranoid.
I'm inclined to be frivolous.
I'm shy.
I'm humor-impaired.
I'm impulsive.
I'm tactless.

Which do you prefer?

Boys.
Girls.
People.

Are you cute?

Better believe it.
I suppose.
I prefer "drop-dead gorgeous", but cute'll do.
Uh, that's one way to put it.
Cute? You want to step outside and say that?

Now, for some hypothetical situations: The requirements for full membership in the Society are explained to you. Your first reaction is?

You want me to what?
Mmph. Okay. I guess.
Um. *blink* I can deal with that.
Dude. Now you're talking!

Your reasons for going through with it, assuming you go through with it?

Well, see, I have these political convictions.
I'm in too much shock to refuse.
...you're implying there's a reason not to?
It's a golden opportunity to get into this adorable friend of mine's pants.
It's only common sense. I think.
Who am I to turn down a friend?

Probability that you have a girlfriend on the side?

Slim to none.
Moderate.
High.
Probable? It's definite.

Your special snugglebunny informs you that he's in love with somebody else. You:

Throw the heartless bastard out.
Sigh resignedly, and try not to be jealous.
Knew this already. What's the big deal?
Suggest that he invite this person over some evening.

Change of plans! Said snugglebunny asks you to settle down with him. Your first reaction is:

Surprise.
Amusement.
Reluctance.
Delight.
Nervousness.

When vexed with your beloved, you:

Sulk.
Brood.
Try to talk to him.
Complain to friends.

One of your brethren proposes an evening's intimate entertainment. It appears to involve handcuffs, and possibly candle wax. What say you?

That is immoral on so many levels. I'm not speaking to you.
Er. I think I'll pass.
*squeak* I... um... uh... why don't we sleep on it?
Purrrr.
Excuse me while I take a quick cold shower.
Eek! Well, actually, now that you mention it...
I have to disinfect my brain now.