Which Reminds Me

What is this mysterious question that they are expecting me to answer? They never cease to hope that they may catch me at making some mistake that may be useful for the case they are building against me. And yet I see no point in that, only a lot of black cats screeching and yowling. There is no discernible point to be proven, no prize to be gained, by killing me. I see no reasonable question that I should be expected to answer in this lifetime. I cannot be expected to be responsible for their future happiness. They caught their mans, they can wash their own pans. And if the man should fail, has not the government generously guaranteed a chicken to every pot? So I see no question that needs answering.