A1: He's just a big lufa-eating democrat, that enjoys looking sexy and taking care of his 104 year old mother that used to be a butterfly in her past life and would fly around naked screaming out the answer to question 2 after supper-time when they were all drunk and playing spin the bottle with an oversized blade that eventualy chopped them up into tiny peices that only my imaginary friend Bob could see.
A2: Cus he's looking for Bob, the imaginary friend, but he doesn't know which Bob it is. There are just so many Bob's and even more that are imaginary friends! It's not just me...Okay!
A3: He doesn't have legs, because he tried to bruise a big batch of barbed-cherrios with them on his motorcycle!
Q: If everything tastes like chicken, then what does Death eat for christmas dinner after he plays golf with Satan?