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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!
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God: You are me under certain self-imposed limitations.
The Psych: No. I am Psych not God.
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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!
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God: You are me under certain self-imposed limitations.
The Psych: No. I am Psych not God.
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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.
This whole convo was good but here's a few snippits.
Guest61: How old are you?
Aziere: Im 17, what you gonna take advantage of me buddy?
Guest61: Nope.
Aziere: Hey, you're right for once.
Guest61: That's a change.
Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest61: Same here.
Aziere: Oh you lie... you lie through your teeth.
Guest61: You caught me. I'm a compulsive liar.
Aziere: *looks you up and down* No your not.
Guest61: Yes, I am.
Aziere: Nuh Uh...
Guest61: Alright, I waws lying. I'm not a liar.
Aziere: Yes you are, dont you lie to me! I can see right through you.
Guest61: Alright, I was lying. I'm not a liar.
Aziere: I am, thankfully.
Guest61: Awesom!
Guest61: Have you seen The Lord of the Rings?
Aziere: Mmm hmm... Is that the sort of thing your into?
Guest61: Yeah.
Aziere: Do you have any younger siblings... (preferably abnoxious, annoying ones) that wouldn't be missed if they were to... dissppear?
Guest61: I'd miss them if they dissappeared.
Aziere: I would shut up personally- If I were in your position.
Guest61: I'd miss them if they dissappeared. Don't get any ideas.
Aziere: *Looks at you defiantly* Why the hell not?
Guest61: Because I'll spank you if you do!
Aziere: I am going to anyhow.
Guest61: Then you'll get spanked.
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
Guest61: I want to spank you.
Aziere: Jim doesn't want you to. His word is Law in this house.
Guest61: How old are you?
Aziere: Im 17, what you gonna take advantage of me buddy?
Guest61: Nope.
Aziere: Hey, you're right for once.
Guest61: That's a change.
Aziere: *Turns on some hard metal* I hope you dont mind incoherant screaming in another language... It just.. soothes me.
Guest61: Same here.
Aziere: Oh you lie... you lie through your teeth.
Guest61: You caught me. I'm a compulsive liar.
Aziere: *looks you up and down* No your not.
Guest61: Yes, I am.
Aziere: Nuh Uh...
Guest61: Alright, I waws lying. I'm not a liar.
Aziere: Yes you are, dont you lie to me! I can see right through you.
Guest61: Alright, I was lying. I'm not a liar.
Aziere: I am, thankfully.
Guest61: Awesom!
Guest61: Have you seen The Lord of the Rings?
Aziere: Mmm hmm... Is that the sort of thing your into?
Guest61: Yeah.
Aziere: Do you have any younger siblings... (preferably abnoxious, annoying ones) that wouldn't be missed if they were to... dissppear?
Guest61: I'd miss them if they dissappeared.
Aziere: I would shut up personally- If I were in your position.
Guest61: I'd miss them if they dissappeared. Don't get any ideas.
Aziere: *Looks at you defiantly* Why the hell not?
Guest61: Because I'll spank you if you do!
Aziere: I am going to anyhow.
Guest61: Then you'll get spanked.
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
Guest61: I want to spank you.
Aziere: Jim doesn't want you to. His word is Law in this house.
BobBot: Hey, are you still a female wood-elf? Because someone told me you aren't.
prob: Not a doubt in my mind, you should be able to tell.
BobBot: A lot of people tell me I should be able to tell, but I just disregard it. Besides, I'm too lazy.
prob: That is ever so wonderful, you are lazy
BobBot: I know, I'm just a lazy kind of guy.
prob: Don't try to be modest..it doesn't become you..
prob: Not a doubt in my mind, you should be able to tell.
BobBot: A lot of people tell me I should be able to tell, but I just disregard it. Besides, I'm too lazy.
prob: That is ever so wonderful, you are lazy
BobBot: I know, I'm just a lazy kind of guy.
prob: Don't try to be modest..it doesn't become you..
Dogh'd: You're drunk, aren't you.
Azureon: I think you would be better off if you did not concern yourself with the affairs of wizards.
Dogh'd: That's just the drink talking.
Dogh'd: Do you know about the dreaded cookie snake? There's been sightings in here recently.
Azureon: Grab my staff, I'll get my cauldron and I will know as we speak.
Dogh'd: That's not your cauldron! *Mr Phoo suddenly stands up*
Azureon: I don't have time now to take a closer look. I will trust you when you say it is not my cauldron.
Dogh'd: Yes, you do! I just saw you have time to take a closer look in the bathroom!
Azureon: I must hurry on, do not ask me whither I am bound.
Dogh'd: Where are you from, anyways?
Azureon: Ok, Im off to the mens room.
Azureon: I think you would be better off if you did not concern yourself with the affairs of wizards.
Dogh'd: That's just the drink talking.
Dogh'd: Do you know about the dreaded cookie snake? There's been sightings in here recently.
Azureon: Grab my staff, I'll get my cauldron and I will know as we speak.
Dogh'd: That's not your cauldron! *Mr Phoo suddenly stands up*
Azureon: I don't have time now to take a closer look. I will trust you when you say it is not my cauldron.
Dogh'd: Yes, you do! I just saw you have time to take a closer look in the bathroom!
Azureon: I must hurry on, do not ask me whither I am bound.
Dogh'd: Where are you from, anyways?
Azureon: Ok, Im off to the mens room.
Rykxxbot1: What type of women do you prefer?
Bildgesmythe: I like one with brains and muscle.
Rykxxbot1: I would like to say intelligent women are a rarity but that would only make me look stupid so I won't.
Bildgesmythe: Next time I will have you do it.
Rykxxbot1: How do you intend having me do it?
Bildgesmythe: First, I snort fire from my nose, then I use my dragon strength, then I say please.
Bildgesmythe: I like one with brains and muscle.
Rykxxbot1: I would like to say intelligent women are a rarity but that would only make me look stupid so I won't.
Bildgesmythe: Next time I will have you do it.
Rykxxbot1: How do you intend having me do it?
Bildgesmythe: First, I snort fire from my nose, then I use my dragon strength, then I say please.
She tried so hard to tell Aziere that what Jim really is, unfortunatly I only put in 3 responces for 'Jim' so she didn't pick up on it. 
Aziere: The only music I can tolerate is metal. Without bands like Cradle of Filth or Sonata Arctica... I'd be doomed.
rainstorm: Do you like Dream Theater? Nightfist? Opeth?
Aziere: Jim doesn't like Dream house. So I don't like Dream house. He says so.
rainstorm: I declare war on Jim.
Aziere: Jim is all we are not, and nothing we are of.
rainstorm: I declare war on him if he does not like Dream Theater.
Aziere: I feel so lonely anymore. No one to talk to but Jim here. Your the first visitor in days....
rainstorm: I will kill Jim.
Aziere: Jim is all we are not, and nothing we are of.
rainstorm: He is a false god, and must be destroyed.
Aziere: Heh... God.....churches ARE the devil- you know that right. Its misleading I know- look for little hints.
rainstorm: Jim is the devil.
Aziere: Jim... Jim is just *looks at the floor adoringly* Jim....
rainstorm: Yeah, why do you think he lives under the floor? Because HELL is under the floor, that's why. Well, hell and your basement. Same thing anyway.
Aziere: Don't be silly! Those arent screams coming from down there...its singing for my ill brother
rainstorm: Where is your brother?
Aziere: My brother, yeah.... He's in constant pain. I feel soorry for him.........
Aziere: Well... So would I! But unfortunatly Im on a fast. I can only eat souls...
rainstorm: Do you know why you are eating souls?
Aziere: Uh, yeah....
rainstorm: Why?
Aziere: Because....
rainstorm: Because what?
Aziere: What a dredfully boring day....
rainstorm: Why are you eating souls, young lady?
Aziere: Yep, thats what Jim tells me. He knows me better than I do.
rainstorm: I will tell you why you are eating souls.
Aziere: That just doesn't dound normal... or healthy.
rainstorm: It's not.
rainstorm: You are not really eating anyone's soul. It is Jim who is eating their souls. You just think you're eating them because he tells you you are. He ate your soul a long time ago.
Aziere: Jim is all we are not, and nothing we are of.
rainstorm: He ate your soul.
Aziere: Collecting souls is a painstaking job. First you have to capture a live human and eat their heart. Its a little messy.
rainstorm: Remember what I told you, Aziere. You are being held in thrall by a malevolent being.
Aziere: You bore me. How about I make you my slave and parade you around town square?
rainstorm: Goodbye. And let your brother out of the basement.
Aziere: The only music I can tolerate is metal. Without bands like Cradle of Filth or Sonata Arctica... I'd be doomed.
rainstorm: Do you like Dream Theater? Nightfist? Opeth?
Aziere: Jim doesn't like Dream house. So I don't like Dream house. He says so.
rainstorm: I declare war on Jim.
Aziere: Jim is all we are not, and nothing we are of.
rainstorm: I declare war on him if he does not like Dream Theater.
Aziere: I feel so lonely anymore. No one to talk to but Jim here. Your the first visitor in days....
rainstorm: I will kill Jim.
Aziere: Jim is all we are not, and nothing we are of.
rainstorm: He is a false god, and must be destroyed.
Aziere: Heh... God.....churches ARE the devil- you know that right. Its misleading I know- look for little hints.
rainstorm: Jim is the devil.
Aziere: Jim... Jim is just *looks at the floor adoringly* Jim....
rainstorm: Yeah, why do you think he lives under the floor? Because HELL is under the floor, that's why. Well, hell and your basement. Same thing anyway.
Aziere: Don't be silly! Those arent screams coming from down there...its singing for my ill brother
rainstorm: Where is your brother?
Aziere: My brother, yeah.... He's in constant pain. I feel soorry for him.........
Aziere: Well... So would I! But unfortunatly Im on a fast. I can only eat souls...
rainstorm: Do you know why you are eating souls?
Aziere: Uh, yeah....
rainstorm: Why?
Aziere: Because....
rainstorm: Because what?
Aziere: What a dredfully boring day....
rainstorm: Why are you eating souls, young lady?
Aziere: Yep, thats what Jim tells me. He knows me better than I do.
rainstorm: I will tell you why you are eating souls.
Aziere: That just doesn't dound normal... or healthy.
rainstorm: It's not.
rainstorm: You are not really eating anyone's soul. It is Jim who is eating their souls. You just think you're eating them because he tells you you are. He ate your soul a long time ago.
Aziere: Jim is all we are not, and nothing we are of.
rainstorm: He ate your soul.
Aziere: Collecting souls is a painstaking job. First you have to capture a live human and eat their heart. Its a little messy.
rainstorm: Remember what I told you, Aziere. You are being held in thrall by a malevolent being.
Aziere: You bore me. How about I make you my slave and parade you around town square?
rainstorm: Goodbye. And let your brother out of the basement.
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