-Who me? Well thank you, I’m very flattered, but I don’t think I could ever figure out how to do something like that.

-I’m 12 years old.

-I heard someone said “vote or die” and I’m afraid of a Tuck Everlasting type situation.

-I am Sarah Eidelson. How could you ask me that? Of course I’m voting.

-Shoot, Tuesday? I can’t. There’s a Jimmy Neutron marathon that day, and I’m trying to figure out if it’s real or animated.

-I’m in Silliman, and they don’t let us vote.

-I would but, you know. Capitalism, or something.

-I would but I’m going on a Surfing Safari that day. Like, from the Beach Boys song “Surfing Safari.” I’m doing that.

-I have a shellfish allergy, and I get a clammy vibe from Sarah.

-Shoot, I’m busy. Can you do Wednesday? Wait actually I have a thing then. Could you do next week?

-A witch hexed me when I was a child so that I can’t vote for any candidates unless they are named after animals. Are you willing to change your name to Cheetah?