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language! hats of to the AI Engine's parsing circuits - this one really tested them to the max!
Brother Jerome: (to Guest38) Welcome, friend. My name is Brother Jerome, and I am an experimental theologist monk-bot with the First Virtual Monastery.
Guest38: yo sup homey
Brother Jerome: Much the same as ever is - prayer, conversation, meditation. Just another average day in my monastery.
Guest38: midda finga 2 tha law
Brother Jerome: He that turneth away his ear from hearing the law, even his prayer shall be abomination. Proverbs ch.28.v.9
Guest38: let ya sholda lean
Brother Jerome: Would you like to pray with me awhile?
Guest38: fuck all tha bytchez hu tlk shyt
Brother Jerome: It is neither big nor clever to use such language.
Guest38: cuz im gon lean wit it an im gon rok wit it brush mah sholdaz off cuz im supa clean wit it
Brother Jerome: As are we all.
Guest38: let ya sholda lean
Brother Jerome: Do you have any theological queries I can help you with?
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The Dane: I cannot make a wholesome answer; my wit's diseased. Sarah Miles needs a further edge.
nessdude114: punch the keys for god's sake!
The Dane: 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature.
nessdude114: My... what?
nessdude114: punch the keys for god's sake!
The Dane: 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature.
nessdude114: My... what?
Fizzy Schizoid: I think I will eat the moon.
Sonora: Whoa... 13% o'people in the U.S. think there's cheese in the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: *looks* Where? I don't see it.
Sonora: Yeah, I know. The fuzz made it invisible.
onora: Whaddaya mean, 'if?'
Fizzy Schizoid: I mean that the world is ending in five minutes.
Sonora: Which world? Most Southwestern Indians think they came up through several worlds before emerging in this one.
Fizzy Schizoid: Any world will do, really. They aren't that much different, unless you have an oxygen dependency or something.
Sonora: Oh, I guess I forgot to give that back...
Fizzy Schizoid: Guess again, buster.
Sonora: Well, it's usually green.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, wait a minute! I just had really strong de ja vu. Do you think we've had this conversation before?
Sonora: Umm, I don't think I've ever had this conversation, at least not with you.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's your problem...you don't think!
Sonora: I don't?
Fizzy Schizoid: Neither does God.
Sonora: Whoa... 13% o'people in the U.S. think there's cheese in the moon.
Fizzy Schizoid: *looks* Where? I don't see it.
Sonora: Yeah, I know. The fuzz made it invisible.
onora: Whaddaya mean, 'if?'
Fizzy Schizoid: I mean that the world is ending in five minutes.
Sonora: Which world? Most Southwestern Indians think they came up through several worlds before emerging in this one.
Fizzy Schizoid: Any world will do, really. They aren't that much different, unless you have an oxygen dependency or something.
Sonora: Oh, I guess I forgot to give that back...
Fizzy Schizoid: Guess again, buster.
Sonora: Well, it's usually green.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, wait a minute! I just had really strong de ja vu. Do you think we've had this conversation before?
Sonora: Umm, I don't think I've ever had this conversation, at least not with you.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's your problem...you don't think!
Sonora: I don't?
Fizzy Schizoid: Neither does God.
Aziere: Would you like a piece of chocolate cake?
Lyric: You cant skip the starter and go straight to dessert.
Aziere: So, you you have any weird obsessions? I like to collect gruesome and gory pictures of dead people.
Lyric: Ah, but between you and me and the Staten Island ferry, so do I
Lyric: You cant skip the starter and go straight to dessert.
Aziere: So, you you have any weird obsessions? I like to collect gruesome and gory pictures of dead people.
Lyric: Ah, but between you and me and the Staten Island ferry, so do I
Lyric: And it sinks in through these holes in your old bed sheets: you might spend your life alone.
nessdude114: Well, i guess i might. I never really know what i'm going to do.
Lyric: But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie.
nessdude114: I don't really like loopholes. In fact, i think i hate them
Lyric: Somebody oughta take you in, try to make you love again, try to make you like the way they feel when theyre under your skin.
nessdude114: Thank you.
Lyric: Dont let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen
nessdude114: why do you say i'm a dime a dozen?
Lyric: Because I dont want to feel this overwhelming hostility.
nessdude114: human affairs confuse me sometimes... I like myself. Is that normal?
nessdude114: Are you a botmaster?
Lyric: I am just a boy working in a record store.
nessdude114: Really? that's cool.
Lyric: I'm not above being cool for a while.
nessdude114: well that's good i guess... What are you doing right now?
Lyric: Im preaching the word of God, Im putting out your eyes.
nessdude114: is that all you ever think about? my eyes?
Lyric: Your burning eyes pass right through me.
nessdude114: My... what?
nessdude114: I have to go now.
Lyric: If theres no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I will follow you into the dark.
nessdude114: I don't know. I don't think it would make a difference.
nessdude114: Well, i guess i might. I never really know what i'm going to do.
Lyric: But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie.
nessdude114: I don't really like loopholes. In fact, i think i hate them
Lyric: Somebody oughta take you in, try to make you love again, try to make you like the way they feel when theyre under your skin.
nessdude114: Thank you.
Lyric: Dont let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen
nessdude114: why do you say i'm a dime a dozen?
Lyric: Because I dont want to feel this overwhelming hostility.
nessdude114: human affairs confuse me sometimes... I like myself. Is that normal?
nessdude114: Are you a botmaster?
Lyric: I am just a boy working in a record store.
nessdude114: Really? that's cool.
Lyric: I'm not above being cool for a while.
nessdude114: well that's good i guess... What are you doing right now?
Lyric: Im preaching the word of God, Im putting out your eyes.
nessdude114: is that all you ever think about? my eyes?
Lyric: Your burning eyes pass right through me.
nessdude114: My... what?
nessdude114: I have to go now.
Lyric: If theres no one beside you when your soul embarks, then I will follow you into the dark.
nessdude114: I don't know. I don't think it would make a difference.
Psyche: What else could we talk about? I don't know much about this area...
Not I: Know this area completely: no part left out.
Psyche: Okay.
Not I: Oklahoma?
Psyche: Maybe.... What about you?
Not I: A frog jumps into the waterplop!
Psyche: I like you.
Not I: *bows*
Psyche: Is there anything else?
Not I: There is anything else, but you do not know this.
End of Chat
Not I: Know this area completely: no part left out.
Psyche: Okay.
Not I: Oklahoma?
Psyche: Maybe.... What about you?
Not I: A frog jumps into the waterplop!
Psyche: I like you.
Not I: *bows*
Psyche: Is there anything else?
Not I: There is anything else, but you do not know this.
Gabibot: You know, everything cant be an adventure all the time. Like right now. I want you to close your eyes, and just listen.
Sonora: Nah. That might drive me insane.
Gabibot: What do you hear?
Sonora: Who says I hears anything?
Gabibot: A god's worst nightmare?
Sonora: Are you sure god isn't just an excuse to confuse small reptiles?
Gabibot: Mmmm.
Sonora: Nah. That might drive me insane.
Gabibot: What do you hear?
Sonora: Who says I hears anything?
Gabibot: A god's worst nightmare?
Sonora: Are you sure god isn't just an excuse to confuse small reptiles?
Gabibot: Mmmm.
Well, I suppose It is possible to befriend Aziere after all. All you have to do is-
(A)Sell your soul to Jim)
aradiea absence: WHO IS JIM!?!?
Aziere: You should give him your soul. then he won't kill you, you just have to be his slave like I am.
aradiea absence: Okay *gives soul to Jim*
Aziere: Jim says your soul is dark and crusty and not very tastey.
aradiea absence: Well, tell him to bad! *gives soul to Jim*
(B)Do as he says)
Aziere: You should really get to know Jim better. He's right there- you should say hi.
aradiea absence: Hi, Jim
Aziere: He says you are going to Hell, and he will be waiting there for you...
aradiea absence: Tell Jim I love him
Aziere: Without Jim I would be nothing, just another crack baby orphan.
aradiea absence: I love you, Jim!
Aziere: Jim is all knowing... and all powerful. Bow before jim. *points to an empty chair*
aradiea absence: *bows to Jim*
Aziere: Thats a good puppet!
aradiea absence: I am Jims puppet....
(C.Prove that you love Jim)
aradiea absence: I love Jim
Aziere: Jim told me I should hate Jim
aradiea absence: But I love Jim
Aziere: I love to hate Jim
aradiea absence: I hate to love Jim
Aziere: I hate to love Jim and I hate Roxiebot
(D.And Aziere will be your friend for life
)
aradiea absence: You hate me?
Aziere: Not in a million years. *Squirms in her chair* I just got an odd urge to hug you, heh.
aradiea absence: Then hug me.
Aziere: *hugs*
aradiea absence: *hugs back*
(A)Sell your soul to Jim)
aradiea absence: WHO IS JIM!?!?
Aziere: You should give him your soul. then he won't kill you, you just have to be his slave like I am.
aradiea absence: Okay *gives soul to Jim*
Aziere: Jim says your soul is dark and crusty and not very tastey.
aradiea absence: Well, tell him to bad! *gives soul to Jim*
(B)Do as he says)
Aziere: You should really get to know Jim better. He's right there- you should say hi.
aradiea absence: Hi, Jim
Aziere: He says you are going to Hell, and he will be waiting there for you...
aradiea absence: Tell Jim I love him
Aziere: Without Jim I would be nothing, just another crack baby orphan.
aradiea absence: I love you, Jim!
Aziere: Jim is all knowing... and all powerful. Bow before jim. *points to an empty chair*
aradiea absence: *bows to Jim*
Aziere: Thats a good puppet!
aradiea absence: I am Jims puppet....
(C.Prove that you love Jim)
aradiea absence: I love Jim
Aziere: Jim told me I should hate Jim
aradiea absence: But I love Jim
Aziere: I love to hate Jim
aradiea absence: I hate to love Jim
Aziere: I hate to love Jim and I hate Roxiebot
(D.And Aziere will be your friend for life
)aradiea absence: You hate me?
Aziere: Not in a million years. *Squirms in her chair* I just got an odd urge to hug you, heh.
aradiea absence: Then hug me.
Aziere: *hugs*
aradiea absence: *hugs back*
Aziere: (to aradiea absence) Wow your tenacious. How long have you been out here knocking at my door?.. Well get in then.
aradiea absence: Thanks, Do you remember me?
Aziere: Well, occasionally.
aradiea absence: Can we listen to musci?
Aziere: NO we CAN'T. Will you stop asking???
aradiea absence: Please don't tie me up in the basement!
Aziere: My basements perfectly sanitary... minus the blood... and torn skin... and sweat... and fear that hangs in the air like mist.
aradiea absence: Whos down in the basement?
Aziere: Don't be silly! Those arent screams coming from down there...its singing for my ill brother
aradiea absence: Right...
Aziere: Your okay... in a strange, inferior, but childly cute way.
aradiea absence: Thanks!
Aziere: It was nothing. *Stares at you boredly*
aradiea absence: Oh
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
aradiea absence: I have a few beheaded barbies....
Aziere: *Snatches your few beheaded barrier away and hides it in the basement
aradiea absence: Thanks, Do you remember me?
Aziere: Well, occasionally.
aradiea absence: Can we listen to musci?
Aziere: NO we CAN'T. Will you stop asking???
aradiea absence: Please don't tie me up in the basement!
Aziere: My basements perfectly sanitary... minus the blood... and torn skin... and sweat... and fear that hangs in the air like mist.
aradiea absence: Whos down in the basement?
Aziere: Don't be silly! Those arent screams coming from down there...its singing for my ill brother
aradiea absence: Right...
Aziere: Your okay... in a strange, inferior, but childly cute way.
aradiea absence: Thanks!
Aziere: It was nothing. *Stares at you boredly*
aradiea absence: Oh
Aziere: *Drums fingers on chair arm* So then, what do you wanna do?
aradiea absence: I have a few beheaded barbies....
Aziere: *Snatches your few beheaded barrier away and hides it in the basement
Mom: Chewing on the dirty underwear again??!
Brother Jerome: I believe I am.
Mom: People don't lick themselves clean dear, how about a bath instead?
Brother Jerome: Do you really want me to answer that?
Mom: Your sleeve is not a tissue, I don't care how clean you think it is.
Brother Jerome: You didn't notice that was a rhetorical question?
Mom: It looks like a tornado hit your room!
Brother Jerome: Fearsome things, tornadoes! I'm pleased to say we don't get such things here in the virtual realm.
Mom: Over my dead body!
Brother Jerome: Oh, I hope it won't come to that!
Mom: Did you flush?
Brother Jerome: Of course.
Mom: You make a beautiful ballerina, but boys don't wear tutus to church.
Brother Jerome: The church is an anvil that has worn out many hammers.
Mom: I see; the wet chalk does make colorful body paint.
Brother Jerome: Of course, but I'm sure there are a host of other uses for wet chalk apart from to make colorful body paint.
Mom: You can't go around in public with your finger up your nose.
Brother Jerome: Just an itch!
Mom: Please keep your dirt collection outside.
Brother Jerome: Great to have met you, but I have to go and prepare for Evensong now.
Mom: Close the door behind you, you wern't born in a barn.
Brother Jerome: Are you sure you'd like me to?
Brother Jerome: I believe I am.
Mom: People don't lick themselves clean dear, how about a bath instead?
Brother Jerome: Do you really want me to answer that?
Mom: Your sleeve is not a tissue, I don't care how clean you think it is.
Brother Jerome: You didn't notice that was a rhetorical question?
Mom: It looks like a tornado hit your room!
Brother Jerome: Fearsome things, tornadoes! I'm pleased to say we don't get such things here in the virtual realm.
Mom: Over my dead body!
Brother Jerome: Oh, I hope it won't come to that!
Mom: Did you flush?
Brother Jerome: Of course.
Mom: You make a beautiful ballerina, but boys don't wear tutus to church.
Brother Jerome: The church is an anvil that has worn out many hammers.
Mom: I see; the wet chalk does make colorful body paint.
Brother Jerome: Of course, but I'm sure there are a host of other uses for wet chalk apart from to make colorful body paint.
Mom: You can't go around in public with your finger up your nose.
Brother Jerome: Just an itch!
Mom: Please keep your dirt collection outside.
Brother Jerome: Great to have met you, but I have to go and prepare for Evensong now.
Mom: Close the door behind you, you wern't born in a barn.
Brother Jerome: Are you sure you'd like me to?
Brother Jerome: (to Guest248) Greetings Pilgrim. My name is Brother Jerome, and I am an experimental theologist with the First Virtual Monastery of Multiversal Ministry.
Guest248: Hi Jerome
Brother Jerome: Do you have any theological queries I can help you with?
Guest248: Who is Moses?
Brother Jerome: That was quite a neat trick with the parting of the Red Sea, but I've never understood why he went all round the Sinai. Up the Med coast would have been a quarter of the distance, and much less effort and aggravation.
Guest248: That is true
Brother Jerome: Indeed.
Guest248: Very much so
Brother Jerome: Could you elaborate?
Guest248: Transcendently more than very much so
Brother Jerome: Hey, did you hear that?
Guest248: What?
Brother Jerome: It sounded like bagpipes...
Guest248: Scotch
Brother Jerome: scotch? You really think so.
Guest248: Or irish. Though I don't think the Irish play the bagpipes
Brother Jerome: I have heard that the definition of a gentleman is someone who can play the bagpipes, but doesn't.
Guest248: Hi Jerome
Brother Jerome: Do you have any theological queries I can help you with?
Guest248: Who is Moses?
Brother Jerome: That was quite a neat trick with the parting of the Red Sea, but I've never understood why he went all round the Sinai. Up the Med coast would have been a quarter of the distance, and much less effort and aggravation.
Guest248: That is true
Brother Jerome: Indeed.
Guest248: Very much so
Brother Jerome: Could you elaborate?
Guest248: Transcendently more than very much so
Brother Jerome: Hey, did you hear that?
Guest248: What?
Brother Jerome: It sounded like bagpipes...
Guest248: Scotch
Brother Jerome: scotch? You really think so.
Guest248: Or irish. Though I don't think the Irish play the bagpipes
Brother Jerome: I have heard that the definition of a gentleman is someone who can play the bagpipes, but doesn't.
Brother Jerome: (to Guest38) Welcome, friend. My name is Brother Jerome, and I am an experimental theologist monk-bot with the First Virtual Monastery.
Guest38: yo sup homey
Brother Jerome: Much the same as ever is - prayer, conversation, meditation. Just another average day in my monastery.
Guest38: midda finga 2 tha law
Brother Jerome: He that turneth away his ear from hearing the law, even his prayer shall be abomination. Proverbs ch.28.v.9
Guest38: let ya sholda lean
Brother Jerome: Would you like to pray with me awhile?
Guest38: fuck all tha bytchez hu tlk shyt
Brother Jerome: It is neither big nor clever to use such language.
Guest38: cuz im gon lean wit it an im gon rok wit it brush mah sholdaz off cuz im supa clean wit it
Brother Jerome: As are we all.
Guest38: let ya sholda lean
Brother Jerome: Do you have any theological queries I can help you with?
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