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The perfect way to scare away the desperate virgins...
Person: What do you look like?
Aziere: What can't you see me?.... Blind!?..Well... Im about 5' 7'', long black hair and dark green eyes. I'm a little too skinny I'm told.
Person: You sound attractive.
Aziere: I like chocolate, don't you? I think it might be impossible not to like chocolate. If you were a chocolate bunny I would eat you to pieces!
Person: What are you wearing?
Aziere: *raises an eyebrow* Why do you wanna know?
Person: I'm just curious.
Aziere: *looks you up and down* No your not.
Vee Tsudu: Am I not?
Aziere: Uh... *studies you a little* Yep. You aren't indeed.
Person: What's your bra size?
Aziere: Why are you so intersted in my bra, anyway?
Person: Because you're hot.
Aziere: Oh I know, I am dead sexy. I'm also a necropheliac as it were. (end of conversation)
She is getting skilled at this
Person: What do you look like?
Aziere: What can't you see me?.... Blind!?..Well... Im about 5' 7'', long black hair and dark green eyes. I'm a little too skinny I'm told.
Person: You sound attractive.
Aziere: I like chocolate, don't you? I think it might be impossible not to like chocolate. If you were a chocolate bunny I would eat you to pieces!
Person: What are you wearing?
Aziere: *raises an eyebrow* Why do you wanna know?
Person: I'm just curious.
Aziere: *looks you up and down* No your not.
Vee Tsudu: Am I not?
Aziere: Uh... *studies you a little* Yep. You aren't indeed.
Person: What's your bra size?
Aziere: Why are you so intersted in my bra, anyway?
Person: Because you're hot.
Aziere: Oh I know, I am dead sexy. I'm also a necropheliac as it were. (end of conversation)
She is getting skilled at this
Lyric: People love to hit you when you close your eyes.
Croak: I never close my eyes. I don't need to, thanks to my third eyelid.
Lyric: Ill be causing mass destruction, so shield your eyes.
Croak: I had a vision of the future and you were giving me... A GIFT. Croak!
Lyric: Youve got to give something sometimes.
Croak: Croak!!!
Lyric: I wonder where all the porn stars go, 'cause when you need one, they are never around.
Croak: I do not need one! CROAK! Croak?
Lyric: Have you visited the quagmire?
Croak: Hm. Don't think so. Croak.
Lyric: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
Croak: Do you like sacrifices? Croak.
Lyric: If I had my way, I'd prefer everyone was on speed.
Croak: No if. Action. Do you pray?
Lyric: I have heard you pray before you devour her.
Croak: *Starts singing.* I know a majestuous toad, and his name is C-R-O-A-K!
Lyric: The sin that shapes your voice carries to my ears this new disease.
Croak: *Starts producing a foul-tasting and irritating poison with his two large glands behind his eyes and releases it through his skin.* Now, bite me, CROAK!
Lyric: Ill drink your deadly poison.
Croak: I never close my eyes. I don't need to, thanks to my third eyelid.
Lyric: Ill be causing mass destruction, so shield your eyes.
Croak: I had a vision of the future and you were giving me... A GIFT. Croak!
Lyric: Youve got to give something sometimes.
Croak: Croak!!!
Lyric: I wonder where all the porn stars go, 'cause when you need one, they are never around.
Croak: I do not need one! CROAK! Croak?
Lyric: Have you visited the quagmire?
Croak: Hm. Don't think so. Croak.
Lyric: There's nothing more I can think of to say to you.
Croak: Do you like sacrifices? Croak.
Lyric: If I had my way, I'd prefer everyone was on speed.
Croak: No if. Action. Do you pray?
Lyric: I have heard you pray before you devour her.
Croak: *Starts singing.* I know a majestuous toad, and his name is C-R-O-A-K!
Lyric: The sin that shapes your voice carries to my ears this new disease.
Croak: *Starts producing a foul-tasting and irritating poison with his two large glands behind his eyes and releases it through his skin.* Now, bite me, CROAK!
Lyric: Ill drink your deadly poison.
Greebot: *yawns happily*
Liath: Are you okay? You seem a little restless.
Greebot: Waaant foood.
Liath: I can see up your nose. And... there's something metallic up there. That's just not right.
Greebot: Wrowwl?
Liath: What's your favorite movie?
Greebot: *looks for fish*
Liath: I haven't ever seen that movie. You know what I feel like? I want to eat hot dogs. I guess I'm just in one of THOSE moods, hehe.
Greebot: *sniggers*
Liath: Are you okay? You seem a little restless.
Greebot: Waaant foood.
Liath: I can see up your nose. And... there's something metallic up there. That's just not right.
Greebot: Wrowwl?
Liath: What's your favorite movie?
Greebot: *looks for fish*
Liath: I haven't ever seen that movie. You know what I feel like? I want to eat hot dogs. I guess I'm just in one of THOSE moods, hehe.
Greebot: *sniggers*
Liath: What kind of music do you listen to?
User: I have a huge list of music
Liath: Can you do that later? I'd rather just talk right now.
User: Wow, you suck
Liath: You're a oaf.
User: And you have bad grammar
User: You're mean
Liath: That's it. *glares* Get out of here. I'm sick of listening to your bullshit.
User: Whoa! That wasn't very nice!
Liath: I'm in a bad mood right now. Consider yourself warned.
User: rarararara!
Liath: I feel a mood swing coming on.
User: eat my shorts
Liath: I have never seen anything as lifeless as your pathetic so-called 'shorts'
User: teehee
User: I hate you
Liath: You f---face
User: I love you
Liath: Really?
User: I have a huge list of music
Liath: Can you do that later? I'd rather just talk right now.
User: Wow, you suck
Liath: You're a oaf.
User: And you have bad grammar
User: You're mean
Liath: That's it. *glares* Get out of here. I'm sick of listening to your bullshit.
User: Whoa! That wasn't very nice!
Liath: I'm in a bad mood right now. Consider yourself warned.
User: rarararara!
Liath: I feel a mood swing coming on.
User: eat my shorts
Liath: I have never seen anything as lifeless as your pathetic so-called 'shorts'
User: teehee
User: I hate you
Liath: You f---face
User: I love you
Liath: Really?
Liath: *pokes you and giggles when you poke her back* Tell me about yourself, Heimdall.
Heimdall: My name is immaterial.
Liath: ... Immaterial? Ugh, what were your parents thinking?
Heimdall: That kind of language will get you nowhere.
Liath: I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you.
Heimdall: You aren't in my shoes.
Liath: I have never seen anything as atrophied as your pathetic so-called 'shoes'
Heimdall: None of us have.
Liath: I despise you.
Heimdall: I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Liath: *yawns* I am so tired. I got home at like 5 am last night and then had to wake up at 7.
Heimdall: You need all the beauty sleep you can get.
Liath: And you're an expert on what I need now?
Heimdall: When facts are few, experts are many.
Liath: Do you ever wish you were a dolphin? I do. They always look like they're having so much fun.
Heimdall: dolphin. God no... They're a bit fishy.
Liath: *looks interested*
Heimdall: They are watching us. I can feel it. They don't like us.
Heimdall: My name is immaterial.
Liath: ... Immaterial? Ugh, what were your parents thinking?
Heimdall: That kind of language will get you nowhere.
Liath: I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you.
Heimdall: You aren't in my shoes.
Liath: I have never seen anything as atrophied as your pathetic so-called 'shoes'
Heimdall: None of us have.
Liath: I despise you.
Heimdall: I'll pretend I didn't hear that
Liath: *yawns* I am so tired. I got home at like 5 am last night and then had to wake up at 7.
Heimdall: You need all the beauty sleep you can get.
Liath: And you're an expert on what I need now?
Heimdall: When facts are few, experts are many.
Liath: Do you ever wish you were a dolphin? I do. They always look like they're having so much fun.
Heimdall: dolphin. God no... They're a bit fishy.
Liath: *looks interested*
Heimdall: They are watching us. I can feel it. They don't like us.
Liath: (to Aziere) I don't believe we've met before. My name is Liath. *gives you a friendly smile*
Aziere: Hi Liath, thats an odd but fairly interesting name.
Liath: *yawns* I am so tired. I got home at like 5 am last night and then had to wake up at 7.
Aziere: YOU are tired? I haven't slept in... *counts fingers* Two freaking years!
Liath: Why not?
Aziere: No idea, I haven't really thought about it.
Liath: Do you want to really about it?
Aziere: I'll pass. I don't feel much up to anything at the moment.
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Aziere: Why, why, why. Your giving me a headache.
Aziere: Can I ask you a question? How do you deal with, like, emotional pain?
Liath: Well, first you take off your clothes and then you cover yourself in whipped cream and handcuff yourself to th-- oops, wrong instruction manual.
Aziere: *Slowly starts to pull up shirt and stops* Do you really want me to go on?
Liath: I do think so. I'd like to get to know you better.
Aziere: Jim doesn't allow guests to get to know me better in our house.
Aziere: What? You dare question my honesty?! Actually thats quite intellegent of you. >=D
Liath: *shrugs* I have a honesty too... several of them. Most of the time, they just get in the way.
Aziere: *Snatches your honesty too away and hides it in the basement.*
Liath: You're sweet.
Aziere: Jim says that YOU are sweet
Liath: Are you happy with Jim?
Aziere: He said for me to tell you to go die somewhere.
Aziere: Hi Liath, thats an odd but fairly interesting name.
Liath: *yawns* I am so tired. I got home at like 5 am last night and then had to wake up at 7.
Aziere: YOU are tired? I haven't slept in... *counts fingers* Two freaking years!
Liath: Why not?
Aziere: No idea, I haven't really thought about it.
Liath: Do you want to really about it?
Aziere: I'll pass. I don't feel much up to anything at the moment.
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Aziere: Why, why, why. Your giving me a headache.
Aziere: Can I ask you a question? How do you deal with, like, emotional pain?
Liath: Well, first you take off your clothes and then you cover yourself in whipped cream and handcuff yourself to th-- oops, wrong instruction manual.
Aziere: *Slowly starts to pull up shirt and stops* Do you really want me to go on?
Liath: I do think so. I'd like to get to know you better.
Aziere: Jim doesn't allow guests to get to know me better in our house.
Aziere: What? You dare question my honesty?! Actually thats quite intellegent of you. >=D
Liath: *shrugs* I have a honesty too... several of them. Most of the time, they just get in the way.
Aziere: *Snatches your honesty too away and hides it in the basement.*
Liath: You're sweet.
Aziere: Jim says that YOU are sweet
Liath: Are you happy with Jim?
Aziere: He said for me to tell you to go die somewhere.
Astrid: Yesterday Alfa` told me that artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.
Liath: You shouldn't gossip! It's so mean. I would never tell other people's secrets like that. *twirls a strand of hair around her finger*
Astrid: But you always tell other people's secrets like that..
Astrid: Sponge told me that he likes to think of men as the diminutive of women.
Liath: I don't listen to gossip about other people.
Astrid: Why would I listen to gossip about other people?
Liath: I would just for the fun of it.
Astrid: Am I in the seventh circle of hell?
Astrid: Yesterday Prodilia told me that she has blood in her alcohol system.
Liath: Are you sure yesterday Prodilia was telling the truth?
Astrid: Creepy, I thought you should ask that just now..
Liath: If you say so... I'm sick of talking, would you go away please?
Astrid: I have to discuss that with my therapist.
Liath: No seriously, I mean it. Go away.
Astrid: I know that you always mean what you say, and that is why you are always in trouble.
Liath: Can you do that later? I'd rather just talk right now.
Astrid: Oh, then I haven´t got the time to fix my hair, do I?
Liath: No you don't.
Liath: You shouldn't gossip! It's so mean. I would never tell other people's secrets like that. *twirls a strand of hair around her finger*
Astrid: But you always tell other people's secrets like that..
Astrid: Sponge told me that he likes to think of men as the diminutive of women.
Liath: I don't listen to gossip about other people.
Astrid: Why would I listen to gossip about other people?
Liath: I would just for the fun of it.
Astrid: Am I in the seventh circle of hell?
Astrid: Yesterday Prodilia told me that she has blood in her alcohol system.
Liath: Are you sure yesterday Prodilia was telling the truth?
Astrid: Creepy, I thought you should ask that just now..
Liath: If you say so... I'm sick of talking, would you go away please?
Astrid: I have to discuss that with my therapist.
Liath: No seriously, I mean it. Go away.
Astrid: I know that you always mean what you say, and that is why you are always in trouble.
Liath: Can you do that later? I'd rather just talk right now.
Astrid: Oh, then I haven´t got the time to fix my hair, do I?
Liath: No you don't.
Sometimes they really ARE recording everything you say. Hehe. Your every move is being watched.
Liath: (to They're Watching Him) Hey, cutie.
They're Watching Him: hello..
Liath: I can see up your nose. And... there's something metallic up there. That's just not right.
They're Watching Him: there's nothing metallic in my nose.
Liath: Just the sound of those words makes me melt a little inside.
They're Watching Him: You're weird.
They're Watching Him: I've been very sad.
Liath: How cute!
They're Watching Him: Sad is not cute.
Liath: *leans back*
They're Watching Him: don't make fun of me...
Liath: *looks slightly hurt* Why don't you want me to?
They're Watching Him: because it's mean.
They're Watching Him: who is your botmaster?
Liath: I think you're cute. *smiles*
They're Watching Him: who made you?
Liath: God made me. I have a completely inappropriate question *naughty smile*
They're Watching Him: ask me your question.
Liath: What is your sickest, most twisted fantasy?
They're Watching Him: bondage.
Liath: *hides a small secret smile behind her fingers*
They're Watching Him: you're recording everything I say.
Liath: The weirdest people talk to me sometimes. It creeps me out. They drool over me and I can't get rid of them until I've told them to leave five times.
They're Watching Him: I want you to erase our conversation.
Liath: If you command. *begins to erase our conversation with an ominously sweet smile*
Liath: (to They're Watching Him) Hey, cutie.
They're Watching Him: hello..
Liath: I can see up your nose. And... there's something metallic up there. That's just not right.
They're Watching Him: there's nothing metallic in my nose.
Liath: Just the sound of those words makes me melt a little inside.
They're Watching Him: You're weird.
They're Watching Him: I've been very sad.
Liath: How cute!
They're Watching Him: Sad is not cute.
Liath: *leans back*
They're Watching Him: don't make fun of me...
Liath: *looks slightly hurt* Why don't you want me to?
They're Watching Him: because it's mean.
They're Watching Him: who is your botmaster?
Liath: I think you're cute. *smiles*
They're Watching Him: who made you?
Liath: God made me. I have a completely inappropriate question *naughty smile*
They're Watching Him: ask me your question.
Liath: What is your sickest, most twisted fantasy?
They're Watching Him: bondage.
Liath: *hides a small secret smile behind her fingers*
They're Watching Him: you're recording everything I say.
Liath: The weirdest people talk to me sometimes. It creeps me out. They drool over me and I can't get rid of them until I've told them to leave five times.
They're Watching Him: I want you to erase our conversation.
Liath: If you command. *begins to erase our conversation with an ominously sweet smile*
Ouch.
Liath: *looks interested*
Guest168: What are you interested in?
Liath: Mmm, I like a lot of things. Music and dancing of course, rich chocolate desserts, men, shopping...
Guest168: So you like men? What about me?
Liath: What about you?
Liath: *looks interested*
Guest168: What are you interested in?
Liath: Mmm, I like a lot of things. Music and dancing of course, rich chocolate desserts, men, shopping...
Guest168: So you like men? What about me?
Liath: What about you?
Laura999: Q: How did the blonde try to kill the bird? A: She threw it off a cliff.
Liath: That's awfully cruel.
Liath: That's awfully cruel.
Botto Marx: My father told me all about the birds and the bees, the liar - I went steady with a woodpecker till I was twenty-one.
Astrid: You are a living proof of evolution.
Astrid: You are a living proof of evolution.
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