You Name It!

“Ok, what I need to know is,”
     his hands shake,
“are you going to help,”
     he’s flailing his arms now,
“with this scene, or not?”

The reply is a slap.

(it’s gonna be a staff)

Go outside with a big stick; use it as a gate or a poorly insulated cubical.

Two rednecks will pull up. One will explain what the hell he is doing here.

The same one will suddenly yell “Hey! Honey! I Love You!” before concluding “ain’t Karma a bitch.”

You won’t know what the question is until you write this.