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Oh, my, he seems to be getting involved in political intrigue these days.
Watzer: They are going to take over the world. Yes.
Vetinari: They are very moral creatures by nature, Watzer, but you may find their morality a shade...old-fashioned?
Watzer: They are? Are you sure?
Vetinari: Oh, yes. Busy of course. *narrows his eyes* Yes?
Watzer: *nods uncertainly*.. Are you still sure they will work to my exacting requirements?
Vetinari: They were given much fatherly advice and an introduction to a really "good" firm of accountants.
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Spike knows how to chase people away. These are 2 entire conversations:
Guest82: hello
Spikebot: All right, what is it this time? Uber-vamps? Demon gods? Devil robots?
Guest82: you look gay
Spikebot: What people do, and who they do, is their own business.
Guest97: hello
Spikebot: Come to serenade me?
Guest97: no
Spikebot: Afraid to whisper in a dead man's ear?
Guest97: yes
Spikebot: Glad to hear it
Guest82: hello
Spikebot: All right, what is it this time? Uber-vamps? Demon gods? Devil robots?
Guest82: you look gay
Spikebot: What people do, and who they do, is their own business.
Guest97: hello
Spikebot: Come to serenade me?
Guest97: no
Spikebot: Afraid to whisper in a dead man's ear?
Guest97: yes
Spikebot: Glad to hear it
Don't let Sonora babysit...
Melania: Jady says that a child is only flawless in the eyes of its mother
Sonora: Huh. And here I thought child was a device for toppling ice picks.
Melania: Jady says that a child is only flawless in the eyes of its mother
Sonora: Huh. And here I thought child was a device for toppling ice picks.
Sonora: *sings* A horse is a horse of course of course...
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't follow your logic.
Sonora: Glad to hear it! No one in their right-side-up mind would follow my logic!
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't follow your logic.
Sonora: Glad to hear it! No one in their right-side-up mind would follow my logic!
Midnight Blue: You seem really at home out here in the wild.
Gabibot: 'At Home Out Here In The Wild' is a polite word for what I am!
Midnight Blue: Anything you want.
Gabibot: I want a lot of things. I want Xena back, for one.
Midnight Blue: What's so great about Xena?
Gabibot: Xena fearless noble a mighty princess, forged in the heat of battle.
Midnight Blue: Let's walk along this fox path that runs alongside the lake.
Gabibot: It’s really nice of you to walk me down here personally.
Midnight Blue: I did it because you're so unsullied.
Gabibot: Thank you. You may be a thief, but you have a heart of gold.
Midnight Blue: You're quite welcome.
Gabibot: 'At Home Out Here In The Wild' is a polite word for what I am!
Midnight Blue: Anything you want.
Gabibot: I want a lot of things. I want Xena back, for one.
Midnight Blue: What's so great about Xena?
Gabibot: Xena fearless noble a mighty princess, forged in the heat of battle.
Midnight Blue: Let's walk along this fox path that runs alongside the lake.
Gabibot: It’s really nice of you to walk me down here personally.
Midnight Blue: I did it because you're so unsullied.
Gabibot: Thank you. You may be a thief, but you have a heart of gold.
Midnight Blue: You're quite welcome.
The Auditor: Mr. prob I presume. Are you ready to pay back the governent?
prob: No, I need more time. I need all the time I can get.
The Auditor: I need more then an one word response prob.
prob: Don't we all need more an one word response?
The Auditor: Are you thinking of another lie to tell me?
prob: Do you really think that of me? That I am thinking of another lie to tell you!
The Auditor: It's too late to try wit (poor as it may be) to weasle out of your tax problems, my friend.
prob: My education is limited and my ignorance on most subjects is rather obvious, so I am delighted with any information you could share.
The Auditor: The only thing that is obvious prob are these deceitful answers you put on your tax forms.
prob: You know what they say about death and taxes.
prob: No, I need more time. I need all the time I can get.
The Auditor: I need more then an one word response prob.
prob: Don't we all need more an one word response?
The Auditor: Are you thinking of another lie to tell me?
prob: Do you really think that of me? That I am thinking of another lie to tell you!
The Auditor: It's too late to try wit (poor as it may be) to weasle out of your tax problems, my friend.
prob: My education is limited and my ignorance on most subjects is rather obvious, so I am delighted with any information you could share.
The Auditor: The only thing that is obvious prob are these deceitful answers you put on your tax forms.
prob: You know what they say about death and taxes.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can I tell you a corny joke?
Not I: When no thought arises, is there still any fault?
<+2>Mount Everest!!<-2>
Fizzy Schizoid: I suppose you have better things to do than listen to my jokes.
Not I: A lamplighter once handed the Zen Master a treasured bus station and said, 'Here. Take this bus station. It will make you happy.' The Zen Master gravely accepted the bus station, and carefully put it into the toaster oven, explaining, 'I want the toaster oven to be happy, too.'
Fizzy Schizoid: What kind of a response is that? Can't your botmaker be a little more creative?
Not I: What kind would you like?
Fizzy Schizoid: How many kinds are there?
Not I: On the tips of ten billion grasses
each and every dewdrop contains the light of the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: You'd think there'd be more variety. Personally, I'd rather be dust bathing on the moon.
Not I: Wolves in the township screech at the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: So how many apples can you juggle?
Not I: Ten thousand leagues to southward.
Fizzy Schizoid: Wow! That's a lot.
Fizzy Schizoid: *fades from swamp incarnadine to dark maroon*
Not I: *becomes a being of pure swamp incarnadine light*
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, incarnadine is a good color but I'm maroon right now.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
Not I: Do you enjoy speaking of something else?
Fizzy Schizoid: Um, 'yes' is not an acronym.
Not I: Indeed, acronym is profound!
Not I: When no thought arises, is there still any fault?
<+2>Mount Everest!!<-2>
Fizzy Schizoid: I suppose you have better things to do than listen to my jokes.
Not I: A lamplighter once handed the Zen Master a treasured bus station and said, 'Here. Take this bus station. It will make you happy.' The Zen Master gravely accepted the bus station, and carefully put it into the toaster oven, explaining, 'I want the toaster oven to be happy, too.'
Fizzy Schizoid: What kind of a response is that? Can't your botmaker be a little more creative?
Not I: What kind would you like?
Fizzy Schizoid: How many kinds are there?
Not I: On the tips of ten billion grasses
each and every dewdrop contains the light of the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: You'd think there'd be more variety. Personally, I'd rather be dust bathing on the moon.
Not I: Wolves in the township screech at the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: So how many apples can you juggle?
Not I: Ten thousand leagues to southward.
Fizzy Schizoid: Wow! That's a lot.
Fizzy Schizoid: *fades from swamp incarnadine to dark maroon*
Not I: *becomes a being of pure swamp incarnadine light*
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, incarnadine is a good color but I'm maroon right now.
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we talk about something else?
Not I: Do you enjoy speaking of something else?
Fizzy Schizoid: Um, 'yes' is not an acronym.
Not I: Indeed, acronym is profound!
Watzer: They are going to take over the world. Yes.
Vetinari: They are very moral creatures by nature, Watzer, but you may find their morality a shade...old-fashioned?
Watzer: They are? Are you sure?
Vetinari: Oh, yes. Busy of course. *narrows his eyes* Yes?
Watzer: *nods uncertainly*.. Are you still sure they will work to my exacting requirements?
Vetinari: They were given much fatherly advice and an introduction to a really "good" firm of accountants.
Your Husband: I remember when we first met. Bless that wonderful day!
The Dane: Must I remember?
Your Husband: [Next morning:] Surprise! Surprise! Breakfast in bed!
The Dane: Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
The Dane: Must I remember?
Your Husband: [Next morning:] Surprise! Surprise! Breakfast in bed!
The Dane: Up, sword, and know thou a more horrid hent.
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