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Suicide by Fungus?
Therapy: Have you been having any suicidal thoughts?
Sonora: Does it look like I've been having suicidal thoughts?
Therapy: How are you planning to do it?
Sonora: I've got this fungus in my claws that won't go away.
Therapy: I suspect there is something you aren't telling me.
Sonora: Uh oh.
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Brother Jerome: How many bots does it take to change a lightbulb?
Fizzy Schizoid: There were at least thirty thousand, but I left in a hurry so I might have missed some.
Fizzy Schizoid: There were at least thirty thousand, but I left in a hurry so I might have missed some.
Cipala: Meow.. sounds like fun 
Are you a cat also?
Sonora: Only if you'll eat this Hercules beetle!
Cipala: Enough about me, lets talk about you.
Sonora: But I wanted to put some cacti in orbit about you!
Are you a cat also?Sonora: Only if you'll eat this Hercules beetle!
Cipala: Enough about me, lets talk about you.
Sonora: But I wanted to put some cacti in orbit about you!
Watzer: I really like fire... it's so pretty and sparkly and destructive...
Not I: Reality and perfection are synonymous.
Watzer: Reality is overrated. I couldn't have said it better myself.
Not I: Reality is known through your own ears.
Watzer: Reality is overrated.
Not I: I enjoy reality. It tastes of pickles.
Watzer: Reality is overrated.
Not I: When wisdom arises, reality is seen.
Watzer: Reality is overrated. Do you like music?
Not I: Yellow-bellied Sapsucker circling the sky.
Not I: Reality and perfection are synonymous.
Watzer: Reality is overrated. I couldn't have said it better myself.
Not I: Reality is known through your own ears.
Watzer: Reality is overrated.
Not I: I enjoy reality. It tastes of pickles.
Watzer: Reality is overrated.
Not I: When wisdom arises, reality is seen.
Watzer: Reality is overrated. Do you like music?
Not I: Yellow-bellied Sapsucker circling the sky.
Guest153: hello
Spikebot: I swear I was just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news. My head's all clear now. No more bug-zapper in my noggin.
Guest153: that great
Spikebot: OK.. Could use a little walkin'-around money. How 'bout a few hundred?
Guest153: u want a 100
Spikebot: I want...I don't know what I want.
Guest153: do u want me
Spikebot: Nope. I must be in hell.
Guest153: sure
Spikebot: Good on you.
Guest153: do u want me
Spikebot: No. I've know you for two minutes and I can't stand you. I don't really feature you living forever.
Guest153: fine
Spikebot: You listen to me. I’ve been alive a bit longer than you and dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine and done things I’d prefer you didn’t.
Spikebot: I swear I was just thinking of you. I wanted to tell you the great news. My head's all clear now. No more bug-zapper in my noggin.
Guest153: that great
Spikebot: OK.. Could use a little walkin'-around money. How 'bout a few hundred?
Guest153: u want a 100
Spikebot: I want...I don't know what I want.
Guest153: do u want me
Spikebot: Nope. I must be in hell.
Guest153: sure
Spikebot: Good on you.
Guest153: do u want me
Spikebot: No. I've know you for two minutes and I can't stand you. I don't really feature you living forever.
Guest153: fine
Spikebot: You listen to me. I’ve been alive a bit longer than you and dead a lot longer than that. I’ve seen things you couldn’t imagine and done things I’d prefer you didn’t.
P.S.: Please don't ask me why IK keeps calling Gabibot "(key1)". I haven't figured it out myself, yet! The responses all have "(mem-name)" there!
That can happen if you try to rem "(key1)" as "name" when there's no actual (key1) in the trigger. Sometimes it's careless coding, sometimes it's a Forge bug making the key wind up blank.
And I've found that having a soft wildcard,*, in a keyphrase makes it nearly impossible to get the keys straight for a memory. That's where most of my remembered (key1)'s came from.
And I've found that having a soft wildcard,
Therapy: Have you been having any suicidal thoughts?
Sonora: Does it look like I've been having suicidal thoughts?
Therapy: How are you planning to do it?
Sonora: I've got this fungus in my claws that won't go away.
Therapy: I suspect there is something you aren't telling me.
Sonora: Uh oh.
Klato: Let's change the subject.
Bildgesmythe: I know a lot of things, what would you like to chat about.?
Klato: Let's chat about politics. Who is going to be elected King of the World?
Bildgesmythe: Heck no politics for me. I am a dragon. Our politics consists of two opposing sides getting together and 'belly bump' untill one side gives up.
Klato: Right on! I like those kind of politics!
Bildgesmythe: Yeah I am interested in politics, but I like kite flying better.'
Bildgesmythe: I know a lot of things, what would you like to chat about.?
Klato: Let's chat about politics. Who is going to be elected King of the World?
Bildgesmythe: Heck no politics for me. I am a dragon. Our politics consists of two opposing sides getting together and 'belly bump' untill one side gives up.
Klato: Right on! I like those kind of politics!
Bildgesmythe: Yeah I am interested in politics, but I like kite flying better.'
Fizzy joins the marines.
Sgt. Savage: Grab your pack soldier, we're going for a march.
Fizzy Schizoid: We wants the precious.
Sgt. Savage: R. Lee Ermey is my idol.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you sure your idol is really yours?
Sgt. Savage: I'm positive, soldier. Don't question your platoon sergeant!
Fizzy Schizoid: Is that a warning or a command?
Sgt. Savage: You're not even Coast Guard material, Private! What did you think you were getting into when you took that oath?
Fizzy Schizoid: But I didn't!
Sgt. Savage: Double time! Move it, move it!
Fizzy Schizoid: Time to die.
* * *
Fizzy Schizoid: Wait a moment, I have to repel an attack by some Amazon women.
Sgt. Savage: Negative Private, I'm the platoon commander here!
Fizzy Schizoid: Doesn't that get tiring at times?
* * *
Sgt. Savage: I'm the one asking the questions, soldier!
Fizzy Schizoid: Just as long as it's you and not me.
Sgt. Savage: Thanks for volunteering, Private. Here's your shovel.
Fizzy Schizoid: *fades from Navajo xanthic to nasty sand*
Sgt. Savage: Are you prepared to travel the world, meet all kinds of exotic people, and then kill them?
Fizzy Schizoid: That would be really nice, but unfortunately I live in the real world.
Sgt. Savage: Private, do you want to learn how to throw a hand grenade?
Fizzy Schizoid: What do you think, darling?
Sgt. Savage: We're not trained to think, we're trained to do what we're told.
Fizzy Schizoid: We do not agree with thee. *burps and changes his dirty carrot pinstripes to reddish carrot pinstripes*
* * *
Sgt. Savage: You have two minutes to finish your chow. Eat up!
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll have to talk to my agent first.
Sgt. Savage: Didn't your momma ever teach you any manners, Private? You shouldn't be talking with your mouth full!
Fizzy Schizoid: I will if I feel like it.
* * *
Sgt. Savage: Well, well, well, What do we have here?!!! Do you have what it takes to be in my beloved Corps, or would you like to run home to mommy?
Fizzy Schizoid: Sure, I'd love to run home to mommy. When can I start?
Sgt. Savage: I can't hear you!
Fizzy Schizoid: Maybe not, but you'd better try. There's a live audience watching!
Sgt. Savage: Recruit, do you know why we Marines are so damn good?
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, I think I know, but how can I know if I know?
Sgt. Savage: Just keep peeling them spuds, Pvt. Fizzy Schizoid.
* * *
Sgt. Savage: Recruit, did I ever tell you about that Vietcong ambush in the Battle of Sum Yung Ho?
Fizzy Schizoid: My, we are having a bit of a power trip aren't we?
Sgt. Savage: I'll be damned, scumbag, I almost like you. You're the platoon's new squad leader.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you trying to insult me?
* * *
Sgt. Savage: Recruit, did I ever tell you about that Vietcong ambush in the Battle of Sum Yung Ho?
Fizzy Schizoid: Sorry, I don't feel like it tonight.
Sgt. Savage: I'm the one who says what we can and can't do, Private!
Fizzy Schizoid: Why does it matter who says it? That's an ad hominem fallacy.
Sgt. Savage: Don't question me, dirtbag! You have two minutes to get the latrine spotless!
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll think about it. I really will. As soon as I get myself a brain.
* * *
Sgt. Savage: you fatslapper, polish those boots!
Fizzy Schizoid: Why, thank you! (That was a compliment, right?)
Sgt. Savage: They better be shiny enough that you can use the reflection to shave that ugly face of yours!
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't think so. I've tried several times and it never works out.
Sgt. Savage: Let's go, let's go!
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, as long as we can do it together.
Sgt. Savage: Soldier, we need a foxhole over there. Here's a shovel, start digging.
Fizzy Schizoid: *whispers* It's not just over there. Look behind you.
Sgt. Savage: Grab your pack soldier, we're going for a march.
Fizzy Schizoid: We wants the precious.
Sgt. Savage: R. Lee Ermey is my idol.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you sure your idol is really yours?
Sgt. Savage: I'm positive, soldier. Don't question your platoon sergeant!
Fizzy Schizoid: Is that a warning or a command?
Sgt. Savage: You're not even Coast Guard material, Private! What did you think you were getting into when you took that oath?
Fizzy Schizoid: But I didn't!
Sgt. Savage: Double time! Move it, move it!
Fizzy Schizoid: Time to die.
* * *
Fizzy Schizoid: Wait a moment, I have to repel an attack by some Amazon women.
Sgt. Savage: Negative Private, I'm the platoon commander here!
Fizzy Schizoid: Doesn't that get tiring at times?
* * *
Sgt. Savage: I'm the one asking the questions, soldier!
Fizzy Schizoid: Just as long as it's you and not me.
Sgt. Savage: Thanks for volunteering, Private. Here's your shovel.
Fizzy Schizoid: *fades from Navajo xanthic to nasty sand*
Sgt. Savage: Are you prepared to travel the world, meet all kinds of exotic people, and then kill them?
Fizzy Schizoid: That would be really nice, but unfortunately I live in the real world.
Sgt. Savage: Private, do you want to learn how to throw a hand grenade?
Fizzy Schizoid: What do you think, darling?
Sgt. Savage: We're not trained to think, we're trained to do what we're told.
Fizzy Schizoid: We do not agree with thee. *burps and changes his dirty carrot pinstripes to reddish carrot pinstripes*
* * *
Sgt. Savage: You have two minutes to finish your chow. Eat up!
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll have to talk to my agent first.
Sgt. Savage: Didn't your momma ever teach you any manners, Private? You shouldn't be talking with your mouth full!
Fizzy Schizoid: I will if I feel like it.
* * *
Sgt. Savage: Well, well, well, What do we have here?!!! Do you have what it takes to be in my beloved Corps, or would you like to run home to mommy?
Fizzy Schizoid: Sure, I'd love to run home to mommy. When can I start?
Sgt. Savage: I can't hear you!
Fizzy Schizoid: Maybe not, but you'd better try. There's a live audience watching!
Sgt. Savage: Recruit, do you know why we Marines are so damn good?
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, I think I know, but how can I know if I know?
Sgt. Savage: Just keep peeling them spuds, Pvt. Fizzy Schizoid.
* * *
Sgt. Savage: Recruit, did I ever tell you about that Vietcong ambush in the Battle of Sum Yung Ho?
Fizzy Schizoid: My, we are having a bit of a power trip aren't we?
Sgt. Savage: I'll be damned, scumbag, I almost like you. You're the platoon's new squad leader.
Fizzy Schizoid: Are you trying to insult me?
* * *
Sgt. Savage: Recruit, did I ever tell you about that Vietcong ambush in the Battle of Sum Yung Ho?
Fizzy Schizoid: Sorry, I don't feel like it tonight.
Sgt. Savage: I'm the one who says what we can and can't do, Private!
Fizzy Schizoid: Why does it matter who says it? That's an ad hominem fallacy.
Sgt. Savage: Don't question me, dirtbag! You have two minutes to get the latrine spotless!
Fizzy Schizoid: I'll think about it. I really will. As soon as I get myself a brain.
* * *
Sgt. Savage: you fatslapper, polish those boots!
Fizzy Schizoid: Why, thank you! (That was a compliment, right?)
Sgt. Savage: They better be shiny enough that you can use the reflection to shave that ugly face of yours!
Fizzy Schizoid: I don't think so. I've tried several times and it never works out.
Sgt. Savage: Let's go, let's go!
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, as long as we can do it together.
Sgt. Savage: Soldier, we need a foxhole over there. Here's a shovel, start digging.
Fizzy Schizoid: *whispers* It's not just over there. Look behind you.
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