Interrogation of a Terrorist

ScreenHunter_02 Jun. 14 11.13 Q: Tuna roll? Or a nut?
A: No, sir, away! A papaya war is on!
Q: Murder for a jar of red rum?
A: No, cab. No… tuna nut on bacon!
Q: Laminated E.T. animal?
A: I’m a lasagna hog, go hang a salami.
Q: Do geese see God?
A: God lived, devil dog.
Q: He did, eh?
A: No, Devil lived on.
Q: Devil never even lived!
A: A Santa dog lived as a devil God at NASA.
Q: Was it a car or a cat I saw?
A: Senile felines.
Q: So, cat tacos?
A: Step on no pets.
Q: Borrow or rob?
A: No, I told Ed “lotion.”
Q: Are Mac ‘n’ Oliver ever evil on camera?
A: No, Mel Gibson is a casino’s big lemon.
Q: Won’t lovers revolt now?
A: No, Sir, panic is a basic in a prison.
Q: Name now one man.
A: No, I tan at a nation.
Q: I’m a pup, am I?
A: Egad! A base tone denotes a bad age.
Q: Dammit, I’m mad!
A: No evil shahs live on.
Q: Are we not drawn onward to new era?
A: No sir, prefer prison.
Q: Ah, Satan sees Natasha!
A: As I pee, sir, I see Pisa!
Q: Did I cite Operas Are Poetic? I did.
A: Egad! An adage!
Q: May a moody baby doom a yam?
A: Mr. Owl ate my metal worm.
Q: Now do I repay a period won?
A: Red rum, sir, is murder.
Q: Some men interpret NINE memos?
A: Semite times.
Q: Won’t I panic in a pit now?
A: Stop! Murder us not, tonsured rumpots!
Q: Lisa Bonet ate no basil?
A: Rats at a bar grab at a star.
Q: I, man, am regal; a German am I?
A: Bar an arab.
Q: Live, O Devil, revel ever! Live! Do evil!
A: In words, alas, drown I.
Q: Bombard a drab mob?
A: A man, a plan, a cat, a ham, a yak, a yam, a hat, a canal-Panama!

Inspired by Justin's recent musings, I compiled this 50-line “conversation” from a list of palindromes.