Chicken would ask them some elementary SubGenius oriented question, such as, "Should the SubGenius try to be like "Bob"?, and they'd give some guess; I would relay the guess to the giant Dobbshead oracle and ask him if it was right, and then FLAME THROWERS on either side of it would flare up and its hinged jaw would start speaking in Hal's echo-processed voice, "NO, IVAN, THAT ANSWER IS NOT CORRECT! NO SUBGENIUS CAN EVER HOPE TO BE LIKE ME," etc. etc.), while everybody on stage cowered and groveled with appropriate terror and awe.