Uh-uh...don't ask DX-M ANY-frickin'-thing!
Chip elevated himself on the flotsam of his shredded-by-service ego, and voted himself another Answer Man.
His protoplasm is hardening into tapioca as we speak; he will be a helpless victim, screaming (actually mewling torpidly) during the advent of the Zombie Apocalypse.
I'll PASS that baton, thanks. Got weapons to sharpen, they'll NOT devour ME..........!