Those loyalty questions are a form of violence. There is NO harmless loyalty question you can throw at someone. They are darts full of poison.
They very underhandedly connote that if you disagree with WT policy you will suffer, castigated with marking or DF'ing, being distanced from your family and friends, ending up emotionally and mentally maltreated by Gobbering Body supporters to your detriment.
The only advantageous response is to hit back hard:
Something like: "I am sorely disappointed and quite disgusted you would throw those questions at me. Who are you the Spanish Inquisition? I'm feeling harassed when you dare ask me like that. You obviously aren't interested in my nor anyone else's well-being. (Now put fists to waist, Superman style, and assert vigorously and with frowning eyebrows.)
"If you EVER dare harass me with anything like that again I'm seeking a restraint order for continued harASSment!" (Raise your voice and accentuate the second syllable not the first).
Then add a parting rhetorical question: "How DARE you!?!" And walk away from them.
Don't pause while you tell them any of this, don't give them a chance to interrupt through your assertion. Talk over them if you have to. You are incensed because of their verbal violence and you refuse to be victimized.
If this mind controlled automaton dares seek the elders on you, then you simply rinse and repeat the process to wash them off your hair--or if you will, contemplate another, more emphatic illustration--do a shot of this spiritual listerine response to combat their septic mindset, swish and flush them out with a good tongue lashing then spit out your not so subtle protestation at them full force.
Not a very Christian response? Consider it the anti-loyalty-question equivalent of throwing the filthy-lucre-loving money changers out of the Temple.
These people are trying to do you harm. They're like a bear trap's teeth waiting to spring. Once you give the inquisitionist bear trap a good baseball bat tongue lashing, they'll snap themselves into impotent silence.
Hit them where it spiritually counts, with a swift legal knee to their cultish gonads.
