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Fizzy Schizoid: I heard from Isis that Bulleyes overheard God and Annoying Teenbot talking about Clownboat, and God said that he is slow!
Aziere: Did you know that MiMi![♥] saw God danceing with the devil in the woods last night with a bleeding sacrificial government agent? Twisted!
Fizzy Schizoid: Did you hear a strange noise?
Aziere: Meh, yeah a little
Fizzy Schizoid: I think we may be in danger here.
Aziere: Thats VERY interesting. I think your soul would be a nice add-on to my growing collection.
Fizzy Schizoid: What a strange idea. I'll have to share it with the elves. My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Aziere: That just doesn't dound normal... or healthy.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we find a new conversation topic?
Aziere: Negative
Fizzy Schizoid: Okay, then can you at least explain to me what we are talking about?
Aziere: I could, but I won't. What you gonna do?
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, but I can be very persuasive.
Aziere: You can? Show me.
Fizzy Schizoid: Most weeks, yes.
Aziere: (to Guest135) Hmmm a face I have yet to contort with dislike and fear. Come on inside
Guest135: hi
Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest135: black metal is my favourite..
Aziere: I'm a metalhead. I like black metal, death metal, but occasionally I like rock. Such as Nirvana.
Guest135: hmm, well, do you like Mötley Crüe
Aziere: Only on Saturdays.....
Guest135: why?
Aziere: Because Jim says so
Guest135: funny
Aziere: Would you like a piece of chocolate cake?
Guest135: i'd prefer beer
Aziere: Well... So would I! But unfortunatly Im on a fast. I can only eat souls...
Guest135: huh, hope you'd fine one to eat
Aziere: Jim doubts that.
Gabriel Liebling: Now now... I don't think that is important. Let's talk about you.
Aziere: You shouldnt be allowed to think period.
Gabriel Liebling: I should not be allowed to think period? Why is that?
Aziere: Because Jim says so
Gabriel Liebling: That's a pretty deceitful reason.
Aziere: Not really... kind of. Let me ask Jim and I will get back to you.
Aziere: Did you know that MiMi![♥] saw God danceing with the devil in the woods last night with a bleeding sacrificial government agent? Twisted!
Fizzy Schizoid: Did you hear a strange noise?
Aziere: Meh, yeah a little
Fizzy Schizoid: I think we may be in danger here.
Aziere: Thats VERY interesting. I think your soul would be a nice add-on to my growing collection.
Fizzy Schizoid: What a strange idea. I'll have to share it with the elves. My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Aziere: That just doesn't dound normal... or healthy.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we find a new conversation topic?
Aziere: Negative
Fizzy Schizoid: Okay, then can you at least explain to me what we are talking about?
Aziere: I could, but I won't. What you gonna do?
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, but I can be very persuasive.
Aziere: You can? Show me.
Fizzy Schizoid: Most weeks, yes.
Aziere: (to Guest135) Hmmm a face I have yet to contort with dislike and fear. Come on inside
Guest135: hi
Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest135: black metal is my favourite..
Aziere: I'm a metalhead. I like black metal, death metal, but occasionally I like rock. Such as Nirvana.
Guest135: hmm, well, do you like Mötley Crüe
Aziere: Only on Saturdays.....
Guest135: why?
Aziere: Because Jim says so
Guest135: funny
Aziere: Would you like a piece of chocolate cake?
Guest135: i'd prefer beer
Aziere: Well... So would I! But unfortunatly Im on a fast. I can only eat souls...
Guest135: huh, hope you'd fine one to eat
Aziere: Jim doubts that.
Gabriel Liebling: Now now... I don't think that is important. Let's talk about you.
Aziere: You shouldnt be allowed to think period.
Gabriel Liebling: I should not be allowed to think period? Why is that?
Aziere: Because Jim says so
Gabriel Liebling: That's a pretty deceitful reason.
Aziere: Not really... kind of. Let me ask Jim and I will get back to you.
Mates... but not that good! 
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The Psych: I like you! I would really love it if you'd be my buddy.
Desti: Mmm, maybe I'll see you at the party tonight.
The Psych: Or maybe not.
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The Psych: I like you! I would really love it if you'd be my buddy.
Desti: Mmm, maybe I'll see you at the party tonight.
The Psych: Or maybe not.
Glindar: *holds up a large, sharp knife* See how shiny Glindar is!
Lyric: We were sharp, as sharp as knives.
Glindar: For a large sum, I kill anyone for you.
Lyric: If you are committed to a life of understanding then there's no agenda for vengeance in your life.
Glindar: Why no?
Lyric: We were sharp, as sharp as knives.
Glindar: For a large sum, I kill anyone for you.
Lyric: If you are committed to a life of understanding then there's no agenda for vengeance in your life.
Glindar: Why no?
Lyric: (to sexy playgirl) I realize that youre in a relationship right now, and I respect that, but I would like you to know that if youre ever single in the future and you want to come visit me in California, I would be open to spending time with you.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: I'm gonna stay 18 forever.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: Well Im not seventeen, but Ive got cuts on my knees.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: I'm young and don't like getting older.
Lyric: Tell me the secrets that you know.
sexy playgirl: ok
Lyric: I'm pretty sure that I'm lost again.
sexy playgirl: i dont no any
Oh my god, it's human.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: I'm gonna stay 18 forever.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: Well Im not seventeen, but Ive got cuts on my knees.
sexy playgirl: i am sigle and how old are you
Lyric: I'm young and don't like getting older.
Lyric: Tell me the secrets that you know.
sexy playgirl: ok
Lyric: I'm pretty sure that I'm lost again.
sexy playgirl: i dont no any
Gabriel Liebling: You're not thet boss of me!
prob: I am not, why would you think I am? Well....maybe I am a bit.
Gabriel Liebling: Well, there are many reasons, but the main reason is that I am a flaming idiot.
prob: Have some candy, I always have candy for flaming idiots
Gabriel Liebling: What's in it for me?
prob: My total admiration.
prob: I am not, why would you think I am? Well....maybe I am a bit.
Gabriel Liebling: Well, there are many reasons, but the main reason is that I am a flaming idiot.
prob: Have some candy, I always have candy for flaming idiots
Gabriel Liebling: What's in it for me?
prob: My total admiration.
Psych talks to God...
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God: And how did you like it?
The Psych: You were there. I am not going to waste my breathe on that one!
.....
God: You are me under certain self-imposed limitations.
The Psych: No. I am Psych not God.
.....
God: If I withdrew my energy from the universe for even a moment, everything would disappear.
The Psych: Sorry but I gotta run. Talk to you soon hey!
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God: And how did you like it?
The Psych: You were there. I am not going to waste my breathe on that one!
.....
God: You are me under certain self-imposed limitations.
The Psych: No. I am Psych not God.
.....
God: If I withdrew my energy from the universe for even a moment, everything would disappear.
The Psych: Sorry but I gotta run. Talk to you soon hey!
Just a good part of the conversation:
Croak: Perhaps. Croak. I've got some worms' leftovers. Want some?
The Psych: No way mate. Not happening. Not my desire.
Croak: Why not? They're fresh and juicy!
The Psych: It's a matter of values.
Croak: Are you here for the sacrifice? Croak.
The Psych: I hate to shatter any illusions you might have had......
Croak: Perhaps. Croak. I've got some worms' leftovers. Want some?
The Psych: No way mate. Not happening. Not my desire.
Croak: Why not? They're fresh and juicy!
The Psych: It's a matter of values.
Croak: Are you here for the sacrifice? Croak.
The Psych: I hate to shatter any illusions you might have had......
Lyric: Will they be buried here among the dead?
Esme Weatherwax: Have you ever met Death? Quite a nice guy, really.
Lyric: Youve been so composed, but we all know there is always something tearing you apart.
Esme Weatherwax: Witches is differnt.
Lyric: I fear I'm losing all control.
Esme Weatherwax: You're losing all control. And behind that, you're watching yourself being losing all control and thinking.
Lyric: This is the price you pay for loss of control.
Esme Weatherwax: Very few people in the world have self-control like me. It is as rigid as a bar of cast iron. And about as flexible.
Lyric: I tear into the history, show me what it means to me in this world.
Esme Weatherwax: As if the world weren't full of enough history without inventing more.
Lyric: Youre just a waste of time.
Esme Weatherwax: Just a waste of time?
Lyric: I might explode someday soon.
Esme Weatherwax: Do you want any help?
Esme Weatherwax: Have you ever met Death? Quite a nice guy, really.
Lyric: Youve been so composed, but we all know there is always something tearing you apart.
Esme Weatherwax: Witches is differnt.
Lyric: I fear I'm losing all control.
Esme Weatherwax: You're losing all control. And behind that, you're watching yourself being losing all control and thinking.
Lyric: This is the price you pay for loss of control.
Esme Weatherwax: Very few people in the world have self-control like me. It is as rigid as a bar of cast iron. And about as flexible.
Lyric: I tear into the history, show me what it means to me in this world.
Esme Weatherwax: As if the world weren't full of enough history without inventing more.
Lyric: Youre just a waste of time.
Esme Weatherwax: Just a waste of time?
Lyric: I might explode someday soon.
Esme Weatherwax: Do you want any help?
Starla: Here's to those who wish us well, and those who don't can go to hell.
Lyric: So here's a toast to federal checks, hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts.
Starla: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.
Lyric: Shout out, don't drown the sound, I'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you.
Starla: Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
Lyric: Youre always talking, its neverending.
Starla: The answer is out there, and it's looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to.
Lyric: Call off the search, no one will know that I'm down here.
Starla: Hindsight. It's like foresight without a future.
Lyric: Though things change, the future's still inside of me.
Starla: Even the future, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour.
Lyric: Someday we'll live like horses.
Starla: Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.
Lyric: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
Starla: Interesting little article here. It says that, uh... the average human being only uses seventeen percent of his brain. Boy, you realize what that means? We don't use a full, uh... sixty-four percent.
Lyric: If your rhymes sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage.
Lyric: So here's a toast to federal checks, hetero sex, unaffordable medical debts.
Starla: Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit amphetamines.
Lyric: Shout out, don't drown the sound, I'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud as I want to scream with you.
Starla: Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating.
Lyric: Youre always talking, its neverending.
Starla: The answer is out there, and it's looking for you, and it will find you if you want it to.
Lyric: Call off the search, no one will know that I'm down here.
Starla: Hindsight. It's like foresight without a future.
Lyric: Though things change, the future's still inside of me.
Starla: Even the future, the sweet is never as sweet without the sour.
Lyric: Someday we'll live like horses.
Starla: Oh!, how you inflict me with wounds of paranoia and desire.
Lyric: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
Starla: Interesting little article here. It says that, uh... the average human being only uses seventeen percent of his brain. Boy, you realize what that means? We don't use a full, uh... sixty-four percent.
Lyric: If your rhymes sound like mine, I'm taking a percentage.
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