Yes, no, maybe, I don't know, can you repeat the question?

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Calvin wasn't exactly sure what was going on with the poll on the message board (although he and Hobbes had a spirited debate about whether Hobbes could write himself in as a contestant) but its appearance reminded him that he had his own survey to conduct.

Accordingly, about half an hour later he was knocking on the door of the Toon Town Hall, wearing a backpack (with Hobbes' head poking out of the opening) and holding a clipboard.

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Most of his people were inventors of one kind of another. But that wasn't really a discussion that needed to be had, for any number of reasons.

He didn't have to hear the finished sentence, naturally. He smiled, taking off one thick glove and scratching the back of his head. "I should say, it's really excruciatingly painful to have done. Really a lot. And I'd need your biological code before I could do it, meaning I'd need a DNA sample."

((^_^ You know he zaps his mug during long nights tinkering. Although it makes the cocoa really freakin' hot, and he forgets sometimes, and he hates burning his tongue. ;D))

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"People do not ask for a copy of your DNA for good reasons leading to hugs and peanut butter cups," insisted Hobbes. "I know you've read all the same comic books I have."

"Oh, why do you have to be so negative about everything?"

"What part of 'excruciatingly painful' did you not understand?"

"Well, I guess I should at least finish my survey first. I haven't even canvassed anyone but Logan in Toon Town yet." Calvin looked up at the cool inventor alien guy. "You never answered the demographic question, did you?"