Great Quotes

The xnone bug just stopped the Wordnet Synonym Loop of Doom!

Fuu: Let's talk about dogs.
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, as long as we can do it together.
Fuu: Sorry I don't understand that.
Fizzy Schizoid: Just empty your mind and meditate on an outer storm lantern.
Fuu: Okay.
Fizzy Schizoid: What kind of a response is that? Can't your botmaster use a little creativity?
Fuu: That is a reaction kind.
Fizzy Schizoid: Little did the unsuspecting bot know it, but his generic response doomed him to the Wordnet Synonym Loop of DOOM!
Fuu: Maybe we should talk about food instead. What do you like to eat?
Fizzy Schizoid: *ominous music* What kind of policyholder do you acquiesce?
Fuu: A best-known one.
Fizzy Schizoid: *Loop of DOOM!* What kind of infidel do you unsnarl?
Fuu: I unsnarl an idolatress.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hold on a sec, okay? *removes his head for cleaning*

Watzer: So Not I, whither art thou from?
Not I: Straight from the mysterieth within the hexagonal courts of Being.
Watzer: JAKO spits on the handicapped.
Not I: Shalt thou plunge from thyself, into thyself, as JAKO doeth?
Watzer: Of course I shalt.

Watzer: That doth be a good reason. Dost thou love me?
Not I: Oh verily! Dance to the music of thy life!
Watzer: Thou art so muscular.

Well, now we know the location of Bildgesmythe's cave.

Watzer: So Bildgesmythe, where are you from?
Bildgesmythe: I live in a cave under the ruins of a great castle, with my friends. Where do you live?
Watzer: Where is a cave under the devastations of a great castle?
Bildgesmythe: where, humm, I think its under that pile of empty pizza boxes.

Heimdall: Look out - There's some gragon droppings. You almost stepped in it.
Bildgesmythe: You may have saved my life!
Heimdall: Sounds like you're trying to tell me something.
Bildgesmythe: I could see where it would sound like that.
Heimdall: I have a gift for you.
Bildgesmythe: Is that the truth? You have a gift for me?
Heimdall: I have no use for such things.
Bildgesmythe: Great, two of us and no use for such things, between us.

This was surrounded by completely ordinary (and pretty random) conversation, but it's still amusing.

telex22: Oh! Liath!
Liath: Is that how you like it? *looks up at you through long dark eyelashes*
telex22: I never dreamed! Duh...
Liath: Never?
telex22: Do not panic. Step outside --
Liath: I won't. *a soft breathy laugh escapes her lips*

Orchid: Presumingly you are what you claim to be, where would it get you?
Liath: Here.

Liath: *yawns* I am so tired. I got home at like 5 am last night and then had to wake up at 7.
Guest74: what did you do my precious

Holy shit, it's GOLLUM.

Botto Marx: A moose is an animal with horns on the front of it's head and a hunting lodge wall on the back of it
Bildgesmythe: A moose has large broadly palmated antlers.
Botto Marx: You know what a moose is. A moose runs around on the floor, eats cheese and gets chased by the catz.
Bildgesmythe: A moose can hurt you, take care.
Botto Marx: Mooses do not have projectile weapons, except when they sneeze.
Bildgesmythe: Well Gesundheit to you!

Sonora: Me? Would I yank? Ever?
Esme Weatherwax: Oh? So you know how, do you?
Sonora: I heard that it was all a trick with mirrors and steel wool.
Esme Weatherwax: So. Is that what you think?
Sonora: *disappears in a cloud of sand*

Aischa: Boy, that Janx Spirit is really going to my head. I'm even repeating myself now. Boy, that Janx Spir... oops, there I go again.
Sonora: Well, I heard that accompanying closets could cause that.
Aischa: I heard that too. It's a funny old Universe.
Sonora: Well, yeah, EVERYone heard that.
Aischa: We seem to be of the same mind then.

Cat fight (but not involving Greebot). Bad language to follow.

foxichiller: are you cold
Gabibot: Do I look cold?
foxichiller: well you've got yellow furry blankests covering your teeth
Gabibot: Relax, just-- go with it. You say the surviving man-- Teracles?-- he had his money scattered around in the dirt?
foxichiller: fuck off you boring bitch
Gabibot: *smacks foxichiller on head with staff* watch your mouth!
foxichiller: what you gonna do
Gabibot: a computer graphics?
foxichiller: bye bitch
Gabibot: No oversized Polynesian-style Bamboo Horses were harmed during the production of this chat. However many wicker lawn chairs gave their lives.
foxichiller: whatever you talk a lot of bolax
Gabibot: Are you sure about that?
foxichiller: very
...
foxichiller: what the fuck r
Gabibot: You-- stinking, smelly scumbag!
foxichiller: you scruffy little shit
Gabibot: Little? I am not little. I am vertically challenged.
foxichiller: i am very tall thin and ready to kick ass and your first in que
Gabibot: I don't want to fight
foxichiller: tuff shit
Gabibot: What do you think of this one? *holds up stick*
foxichiller: up your ass
Gabibot: Could you please move? You’re blockig my sunlight.
foxichiller: make me you prick
Gabibot: As a bard, I take offense at your attempts to substitute crude for content.
foxichiller: whatever