a random person comes up to you and asks you the question "who are you?" Imagine being put on the spot like Alice found her self in, during the course of the situation. A hooka smoking caterpillar pops the question "WHO ARE YOU" for the second time and you answer...
err... people ask me that all the time.. i just say im bill. no last name unless theyre like peers and have a harmless motive. now if it was a large caterpillar id say 'im bill, who are you?' then id gesture for his hookah and check out his gear
I tell most people that I don't know that my name is Laniqua Boriqua Moriqua Sanchez. But if it were a giant caterpiller I think I'd probably run away.
if some one asked me who i was on the spot, i'd get nervous and fall to teh fetal position, tehn if they asked me again i'd throw my fecies at them. Unless of course it was a catipilar, then i' dtell himm taht my name is steve and i would take him by teh hand and we would do a dance.
If someone asked me "Who are you?" just out of nowhere, me, being the paranoid I am, would immediately respond: "Why? You a narc or something?" and give a false name or something. If I was stoned however I'd give them my nickname "Smokey McBongwater" than laugh and walk away. Now if it was a giant hookah-smoking caterpillar it'd be more of a "Let's go back to your shroom, smoke out of that fine hookah and eat some of your magical mushroom, my friend, then we can get to the introductions." Of course there's always the smart ass answer ("What the hell is it to you?") and the "Fight Club" line: "I'm fuckin' Lou. Who the fuck are you?!" So to be honest, level of sobriety really seems to be the deciding factor for what I'd say.
i'd be like... im juan valdez... my donkey is on vacation... can i have some of that mushroom you're sittin on?