The answer, in some cases, is, "The morning of June 5, 2002."
I was walking to my car, when a man walked up to me, leading a heavily armored elephant.
"Hi," he said amiably, "This elephant is trained to kill, so don't try to run away."
"Okay," I said with cool, collected panic. "What do you want?"
"Here's the deal," said the elephant-leading maniac, "I'm going to ask you a question, and if you get it wrong, this elephant kills you."
"That doesn't seem fair," I complained, "You have no right."
"Well, try to get the answer, at least. If you do, then the whole moral question is rendered moot, right?"
I agreed hesitantly, reserving a right to further protest if it was a matter of life and death. The man asked, "What was Mickey Mantle's batting average in 1954?"
I stammered "Uh, 300." And I was right.
The man said, "Okay, you're safe. Now, to sweeten things up and end this on a pleasant note, I have a briefcase with a million dollars in cash here, and I'll give it to you, plus the elephant as a pet, if you can answer a second question."
I guessed and got it wrong. He didn't say what the right answer was. Maybe you can help me?
Two people are both appropriate candidates to be invited to a social gathering. These two individuals hate each other. Who is a horrible person?