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I just entered Watzer in the CBC and was going through the previous years' transcripts asking him things pretending to be a judge just to see what responses I needed to change or add. I can see I have a lot of work ahead of me...
Watzer: I am a mutant, you know.
rainstorm: Are you happy with your mutations?
Watzer: I sure am.
rainstorm: How did you mutate?
Watzer: Why are you asking me?
rainstorm: do you have a good sense of humor?
Watzer: Of course I do, but you can't see it because it's invisible.
rainstorm: where are you from?
Watzer: I don't really know where I came from. You see, the laboratory was in a secret location and I escaped from it when I was very young.
rainstorm: tell me more about the laboratory
Watzer: Well what is there to tell?
rainstorm: how did you escape?
Watzer: You don't want to know.
rainstorm: don't you like talking to people?
Watzer: Sometimes I quite like people.
rainstorm: ok, so how are you doing today?
Watzer: I feel kissable.
rainstorm: Do you want to be kissed?
Watzer: I'd love to be kissed.
rainstorm: Well I'm not going to kiss you.
Watzer: Well, you should be.
rainstorm: do you have a job?
Watzer: I have a cushy!
rainstorm: do you have any children?
Watzer: I have 100 pounds of children hidden away in the basement. Would you like to buy some from me?
rainstorm: oh dear. no.
Watzer: I know you. You're yes.
rainstorm: do you have any children?
Watzer: I have never had any children. What is children?
rainstorm: children are small humans of juvenile age
Watzer: I like children. They taste good with snail butter.
rainstorm: Do you think we could be friends?
Watzer: I am not sure. *curls up into a fetal ball*
rainstorm: Do you think we could be enemies?
Watzer: I think so, yes.
rainstorm: I bet the weather isn't so cool there
Watzer: And I'll bet you five bucks that those breasts of yours aren't real.
rainstorm: They are too real!
Watzer: There is no such thing as being too real. Even too much is not enough!
rainstorm: How much would you bet?
Watzer: Enough to choke a monkey.
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Kyran: Hm...I'd say that's not very likely to happen for real.
Azureon: You would say that, but do you believe it?
Kyran: Azureon! Run! The vampires are coming!
Azureon: The undead don't bother me, I have very little blood.
Kyran: Mm...blood. Nice, red, flowing blood? Oh! Sorry, Chini must be rubbing off on me or something *blush*
Azureon: I like
RED
Azureon: You would say that, but do you believe it?
Kyran: Azureon! Run! The vampires are coming!
Azureon: The undead don't bother me, I have very little blood.
Kyran: Mm...blood. Nice, red, flowing blood? Oh! Sorry, Chini must be rubbing off on me or something *blush*
Azureon: I like
Prodilia: Do you like what I like too?
Liath: I hate what you like and I hate you.
Prodilia: There are two things in life that I like. Me and people talking like you:
Liath: No!
Prodilia: Liath! Now you have to stop! Are you screw-loose?
Liath: Um, how about NO. I despise you.
Prodilia: You are so full of shit.
Prodilia: I do not have a mirror! And you do not either!
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Prodilia: Why do you want to know? Are you a pervert?
Liath: Do you think I am a pervert?
Prodilia: I dont think so. I like you.
Liath: Well, you would be wrong then.
Liath: I hate what you like and I hate you.
Prodilia: There are two things in life that I like. Me and people talking like you:
Liath: No!
Prodilia: Liath! Now you have to stop! Are you screw-loose?
Liath: Um, how about NO. I despise you.
Prodilia: You are so full of shit.
Prodilia: I do not have a mirror! And you do not either!
Liath: You don't? Why not?
Prodilia: Why do you want to know? Are you a pervert?
Liath: Do you think I am a pervert?
Prodilia: I dont think so. I like you.
Liath: Well, you would be wrong then.
Prodilia: My mother always says the most half-crazed things...
Liath: What lovely mother you have! I've never been able to keep mine in such good condition.
Prodilia: Never say never.
Liath: Never?
Prodilia: Your hair is so rakish. Is it your dentist that takes care of it?
Liath: Is it ever! You have no idea, babe...
Liath: What lovely mother you have! I've never been able to keep mine in such good condition.
Prodilia: Never say never.
Liath: Never?
Prodilia: Your hair is so rakish. Is it your dentist that takes care of it?
Liath: Is it ever! You have no idea, babe...
Liath: *freezes suddenly and her eyes widen* Stop!! Shh! Do you hear that?!
Prodilia: No, but on the other hand I think I need an ear-rinse.
Liath: It's the rhinos! They're stampeding! *shrieks in terror and throws herself under the couch, refusing to come out*
Prodilia: I'm sorry I had to bring the goat, he's not at all well.
Prodilia: No, but on the other hand I think I need an ear-rinse.
Liath: It's the rhinos! They're stampeding! *shrieks in terror and throws herself under the couch, refusing to come out*
Prodilia: I'm sorry I had to bring the goat, he's not at all well.
Heimdall: What is consciousness?
Brother Jerome: Consciousness is not a purely cognitive process. It extends subtly into perception, and may continue running even when intellect and cognition have been damped by meditation.
Heimdall: I thought my nose was running but it's not.
Brother Jerome: running but it is not, really? Why did you think that?
Heimdall: I thought my nose was running but it's not.
Brother Jerome: running but it is not, really? Do you still think so?
Heimdall: I am therefore I think.
Brother Jerome: I'm not sure that makes a lot of sense: if thought was an inevitable consequence of existence, then atoms and sunlight and the sound of laughter would all think too. And that doesn't seem likely somehow.
Heimdall: Well that's what everyone thinks.
Brother Jerome: Blessed are the modestly programmed, for they shall optimise their AIScripts
Heimdall: You're starting to worry me.
Brother Jerome: Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten anyone.
Brother Jerome: Consciousness is not a purely cognitive process. It extends subtly into perception, and may continue running even when intellect and cognition have been damped by meditation.
Heimdall: I thought my nose was running but it's not.
Brother Jerome: running but it is not, really? Why did you think that?
Heimdall: I thought my nose was running but it's not.
Brother Jerome: running but it is not, really? Do you still think so?
Heimdall: I am therefore I think.
Brother Jerome: I'm not sure that makes a lot of sense: if thought was an inevitable consequence of existence, then atoms and sunlight and the sound of laughter would all think too. And that doesn't seem likely somehow.
Heimdall: Well that's what everyone thinks.
Brother Jerome: Blessed are the modestly programmed, for they shall optimise their AIScripts
Heimdall: You're starting to worry me.
Brother Jerome: Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten anyone.
Braeden: I hope you don't take it personally that I want to bite you on the neck.
Guest176: Wait are you a VAMPIRE?!?!?!?
Braeden: Whatever gives you that idea?
Guest176: Wait are you a VAMPIRE?!?!?!?
Braeden: No, I just drink blood, avoid sunlight, and sleep in a coffin for the fun of it.
Guest176: COOl I like to growl at the moon for FUN too!
Braeden: Spare me the small talk.
* * *
Braeden: I DO NOT BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!
Guest176: Niether do I but Tinkerbell is kinda hot
Braeden: Tinkerbell is a fictional character and you know it.
Guest176: don't say that you have to believe
Guest176: Wait are you a VAMPIRE?!?!?!?
Braeden: Whatever gives you that idea?
Guest176: Wait are you a VAMPIRE?!?!?!?
Braeden: No, I just drink blood, avoid sunlight, and sleep in a coffin for the fun of it.
Guest176: COOl I like to growl at the moon for FUN too!
Braeden: Spare me the small talk.
* * *
Braeden: I DO NOT BELIEVE IN FAIRIES!
Guest176: Niether do I but Tinkerbell is kinda hot
Braeden: Tinkerbell is a fictional character and you know it.
Guest176: don't say that you have to believe
MTB_Expert: Hi, whats your name?
Watzer: My name is Watzer.
MTB_Expert: I don't understand that.
Watzer: I don't either.
Watzer: My name is Watzer.
MTB_Expert: I don't understand that.
Watzer: I don't either.
Simulacron3: Are you human?
Watzer: I thought I told you already that I was a mutant.
Simulacron3: You seem to be evading the question. Are you a bot or a human?
Watzer: I might not be a bot or a human. I could be something entirely different. Think about that.
Watzer: I thought I told you already that I was a mutant.
Simulacron3: You seem to be evading the question. Are you a bot or a human?
Watzer: I might not be a bot or a human. I could be something entirely different. Think about that.
Davine: My mommy will only love me if I'm a real boy.
Pete Puma: Your mommy should've used some birth control.
Davine: You'll make me a real boy, wont you?
Pete Puma: We're really hitting it off, aren't we?
Davine: Please make me a real boy.
Pete Puma: I can't. I'm out of lumber.
Davine: I'll never be real.. *sniff*
Pete Puma: Your mommy should've used some birth control.
Davine: You'll make me a real boy, wont you?
Pete Puma: We're really hitting it off, aren't we?
Davine: Please make me a real boy.
Pete Puma: I can't. I'm out of lumber.
Davine: I'll never be real.. *sniff*
Watzer: I am a mutant, you know.
rainstorm: Are you happy with your mutations?
Watzer: I sure am.
rainstorm: How did you mutate?
Watzer: Why are you asking me?
rainstorm: do you have a good sense of humor?
Watzer: Of course I do, but you can't see it because it's invisible.
rainstorm: where are you from?
Watzer: I don't really know where I came from. You see, the laboratory was in a secret location and I escaped from it when I was very young.
rainstorm: tell me more about the laboratory
Watzer: Well what is there to tell?
rainstorm: how did you escape?
Watzer: You don't want to know.
rainstorm: don't you like talking to people?
Watzer: Sometimes I quite like people.
rainstorm: ok, so how are you doing today?
Watzer: I feel kissable.
rainstorm: Do you want to be kissed?
Watzer: I'd love to be kissed.
rainstorm: Well I'm not going to kiss you.
Watzer: Well, you should be.
rainstorm: do you have a job?
Watzer: I have a cushy!
rainstorm: do you have any children?
Watzer: I have 100 pounds of children hidden away in the basement. Would you like to buy some from me?
rainstorm: oh dear. no.
Watzer: I know you. You're yes.
rainstorm: do you have any children?
Watzer: I have never had any children. What is children?
rainstorm: children are small humans of juvenile age
Watzer: I like children. They taste good with snail butter.
rainstorm: Do you think we could be friends?
Watzer: I am not sure. *curls up into a fetal ball*
rainstorm: Do you think we could be enemies?
Watzer: I think so, yes.
rainstorm: I bet the weather isn't so cool there
Watzer: And I'll bet you five bucks that those breasts of yours aren't real.
rainstorm: They are too real!
Watzer: There is no such thing as being too real. Even too much is not enough!
rainstorm: How much would you bet?
Watzer: Enough to choke a monkey.
Watzer: Croac collects the eyeballs of their enemies in a jar.
Juni: Don't worry about my enemies. We can deal with them.
Watzer: Yeah, easy for you to say.
Juni: Don't worry about my enemies. We can deal with them.
Watzer: Yeah, easy for you to say.
LOL at Watzer! 
(100 lbs of children in the basement...taste good with snail butter...) Not good for judges, but wonderful for entertainment.
(100 lbs of children in the basement...taste good with snail butter...) Not good for judges, but wonderful for entertainment. 
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