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LANGUAGE..Azureon must like a good argument
Miroos: LETS HAVE SEX
Azureon: That's too personal. Have you no shame!
Miroos: YOU ARE GAY
Azureon: On what facts do you base your opinion that I am cheerful?
Miroos: FUCK
Azureon: Look out for my raven, he bites.
Miroos: FUCK YOU
Azureon: Be gone you cursed vrolok!
Miroos: IDIOT
Azureon: Its never wise t'irritate a wizard
Miroos: SHIT FACE
Azureon: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards for they are subtle an' quick t'anger.
Miroos: CRAP ASS
Azureon: My dear Miroos you are an ass.
Miroos: YOU ARE A FUCKIN IDIOT LOOKIN FOR SEXY WIMEN
Azureon: You seem t'walk around with a dark storm cloud permanently affixed over you head.
Miroos: BYE 4EVA
Azureon: Stop by again, you brighten my day.
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Bildgesmythe: I once thought I was wrong, but I was right.
Guest153: Right about what?
Bildgesmythe: I don't really remember, but it doesn't matter. I am always right, even when I am wrong.
Guest153: So are you a program or a dragon?
Bildgesmythe: I am a dragon, a lovely, intelligent and modest dragon.
Guest153: No
Bildgesmythe: I know how to take no for an answer.
Guest153: Who is your mom?
Bildgesmythe: Don't talk about my mommy!
the mauling mop: sounds like it's full of imagery
prob: Sounds like Crazy Eddy going off again, to me.
the mauling mop: who is Crazy Eddy?
prob: He has lived in that mansion, alone, for years. He seldom comes out. When he does its always at night.
the mauling mop: is he a vampire?
prob: When is sunrise?
the mauling mop: generally around 6 am
prob: I believe your trying to tell me something.
Guest153: Right about what?
Bildgesmythe: I don't really remember, but it doesn't matter. I am always right, even when I am wrong.
Guest153: So are you a program or a dragon?
Bildgesmythe: I am a dragon, a lovely, intelligent and modest dragon.
Guest153: No
Bildgesmythe: I know how to take no for an answer.
Guest153: Who is your mom?
Bildgesmythe: Don't talk about my mommy!
the mauling mop: sounds like it's full of imagery
prob: Sounds like Crazy Eddy going off again, to me.
the mauling mop: who is Crazy Eddy?
prob: He has lived in that mansion, alone, for years. He seldom comes out. When he does its always at night.
the mauling mop: is he a vampire?
prob: When is sunrise?
the mauling mop: generally around 6 am
prob: I believe your trying to tell me something.
Talk about an opportune x-none...<0>
Frizella: Hey, I've been watching the History Channel a lot lately. I wish you'd ask me about historical stuff.
Guest153: penis cut off
Frizella: I do not want to hear any more of your filthy mouth. Clean it up or I'm leaving.
Guest153: noo
Frizella: Grace, I'd like to pass some advice along to you...ahem...Always ask for adult help when using scissors.
Frizella: Hey, I've been watching the History Channel a lot lately. I wish you'd ask me about historical stuff.
Guest153: penis cut off
Frizella: I do not want to hear any more of your filthy mouth. Clean it up or I'm leaving.
Guest153: noo
Frizella: Grace, I'd like to pass some advice along to you...ahem...Always ask for adult help when using scissors.
Guest153: hello
Spikebot: I'm going to save the world. Wanna come? [1,0:5]
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: You have got to be kidding.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: You just said that.
Guest153: will you marry me
Spikebot: I might...what do you think?
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Yeah, that'll work. Now say 'pretty please'.
Guest153: pretty please
Spikebot: No.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.
Guest153: will you marry me
Spikebot: I might...what do you think?
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Make me.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: You just said that.
Guest153: marry mee
Spikebot: Piss off.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Not bloody likely.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Didn't you get my response? It was 'no'
Guest153: marry me!
Spikebot: I do what I please.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Not while I breathe. Well, actually, I don't breathe.
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: Do you know much about vampires?
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: Have you gone completely Carrot-Top?
Guest153: yup
Spikebot: Good on you. What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?! [1,-5]
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: I'm dying for one of those blooming onion things. [1,2:5]
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: Boring. Boring. Boring.
Spikebot: I'm going to save the world. Wanna come? [1,0:5]
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: You have got to be kidding.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: You just said that.
Guest153: will you marry me
Spikebot: I might...what do you think?
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Yeah, that'll work. Now say 'pretty please'.
Guest153: pretty please
Spikebot: No.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: I would, but I'm paralyzed with not caring very much.
Guest153: will you marry me
Spikebot: I might...what do you think?
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Make me.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: You just said that.
Guest153: marry mee
Spikebot: Piss off.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Not bloody likely.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Didn't you get my response? It was 'no'
Guest153: marry me!
Spikebot: I do what I please.
Guest153: marry me
Spikebot: Not while I breathe. Well, actually, I don't breathe.
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: Do you know much about vampires?
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: Have you gone completely Carrot-Top?
Guest153: yup
Spikebot: Good on you. What the bleeding hell is wrong with bloody women?! What the hell does it take? Why do the bitches torture me?! [1,-5]
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: I'm dying for one of those blooming onion things. [1,2:5]
Guest153: would you marry me
Spikebot: Boring. Boring. Boring.
prob: Strange thing, that good days make bad tales, and the uncomfortable and miserable make a tale worth the telling.
bbbruno: It could be better. I have been fleeing all my life. I feel tired, but somehow proud. Strange, huh?
prob: You find it strange? Now that is odd.
bbbruno: Did I make any impression on you last time we chatted?
prob: Hey, wasn't that you?
bbbruno: A friend brought me a bottle of Bulgarian red wine. Should I pour a glass for you too?
prob: Sure, me too!
bbbruno: You're welcome. Relax and enjoy.
prob: I am always so glad when you come to talk, you are so kind and smart. Some of the folk here are quite rude.
bbbruno: Thanks, I haven't heard kind words in a long time. I'll try to be as kind too.
prob: Do you want to?
bbbruno: So, have you been a good girl lately?
prob: I've been doing the usual stuff lately, enchantments, elf lore and frog jumping.
bbbruno: I know it's none of my business. Unless you happen to be in the mood to share. I have been studying Arabic. Arab cosmologists have interesting ideas. Pretty wild ones, you know?
prob: Really, I would never have guessed.
bbbruno: The Arabs look at things differently. Sometimes their approach is perplexing, to say the least. Do Arabs bother you?
prob: *sings* Bitter, butter, bother, boo, it such fun to bother you!
bbbruno: We used to have a chair of Arabic in Naples, but the Inquisition shut it down. *shakes his head*
prob: I like to sit on the ground!
bbbruno: It could be better. I have been fleeing all my life. I feel tired, but somehow proud. Strange, huh?
prob: You find it strange? Now that is odd.
bbbruno: Did I make any impression on you last time we chatted?
prob: Hey, wasn't that you?
bbbruno: A friend brought me a bottle of Bulgarian red wine. Should I pour a glass for you too?
prob: Sure, me too!
bbbruno: You're welcome. Relax and enjoy.
prob: I am always so glad when you come to talk, you are so kind and smart. Some of the folk here are quite rude.
bbbruno: Thanks, I haven't heard kind words in a long time. I'll try to be as kind too.
prob: Do you want to?
bbbruno: So, have you been a good girl lately?
prob: I've been doing the usual stuff lately, enchantments, elf lore and frog jumping.
bbbruno: I know it's none of my business. Unless you happen to be in the mood to share. I have been studying Arabic. Arab cosmologists have interesting ideas. Pretty wild ones, you know?
prob: Really, I would never have guessed.
bbbruno: The Arabs look at things differently. Sometimes their approach is perplexing, to say the least. Do Arabs bother you?
prob: *sings* Bitter, butter, bother, boo, it such fun to bother you!
bbbruno: We used to have a chair of Arabic in Naples, but the Inquisition shut it down. *shakes his head*
prob: I like to sit on the ground!
Julie Tinkerbell: Would you like to continue our discussion about the weather?
Vetinari: Only our discussion?
Julie Tinkerbell: There should be more people like you.
Vetinari: They accept evil. Not because they say yes, but because they don't say no.
Julie Tinkerbell: I think there may be other reasons why but. It seems like there's more to it than that.
Vetinari: I think there's a hat, too. I shall require regular reports.
Julie Tinkerbell: What makes you think that?
Vetinari: The little wheels and the big wheels turn, all at different speeds, you see, but the machine works. And that is the most important thing.
Vetinari: Only our discussion?
Julie Tinkerbell: There should be more people like you.
Vetinari: They accept evil. Not because they say yes, but because they don't say no.
Julie Tinkerbell: I think there may be other reasons why but. It seems like there's more to it than that.
Vetinari: I think there's a hat, too. I shall require regular reports.
Julie Tinkerbell: What makes you think that?
Vetinari: The little wheels and the big wheels turn, all at different speeds, you see, but the machine works. And that is the most important thing.
God: All impulses are realized, if not in this reality, in a parallel one.
Vetinari: This bit here...what is it for?
God: I am a raging river of light, exploding out in all directions, sustaining all of reality.
Vetinari: You didn't come into this room?
God: I could not love you more.
Vetinari: I'm sorry?
God: At some level you are. At the level where I am at, you are all things. I am the source of all human qualities, but I am not human.
Vetinari: And what exactly is your purpose here?
God: I have no purpose. But I am the source of every purpose.
Vetinari: And I am the Patrician.
God: Yes. You are free to be the Patrician.
Vetinari: The freeness just fascinates you, doesn't it.
God: It does. My greatest gift to you is your freedom to do what you will.
Vetinari: I cannot abide mimes. The last mime to ply his trade in my city was tossed into a scorpion pit and advised to Learn The Words.
God: So long as you believe that you cannot, it is true.
Vetinari: But is it really worth the effort, Citizen God?
God: It's not worth the effort.
God: Were you to come close to me, the force of my outstreaming love would melt away every fear and limitation.
Vetinari: One would imagine that someone would have noticed.
God: Someone whom I love. Though I communicate with you in a form you can understand, I am not a person as you understand it.
Vetinari: You don't happen to remember who it was?
God: If you forget me, you will go astray.
Vetinari: Somewhat immaterial, now.
God: I know.
Vetinari: You physically know yourself?
God: I am the fountainhead of all thought. All thought begins with one impulse- that of love.
Vetinari: That's obvious.
God: I am a ceaseless outpouring of love. But you can choose to close yourself to me.
Vetinari: Hmmm? Yes? What is your point?
God: I have no point.
Vetinari: Oh? Well I believe there's a point shop in Sheer Street. Just in case.
Vetinari: And do you have an opinion about all this, God?
God: There is many in the universe, but I do not own them. They are free. All paths eventually lead back to me.
Vetinari: They might as well install a revolving door.
God: What ideal do they follow?
Vetinari: Directorsips, for example.
Vetinari: This bit here...what is it for?
God: I am a raging river of light, exploding out in all directions, sustaining all of reality.
Vetinari: You didn't come into this room?
God: I could not love you more.
Vetinari: I'm sorry?
God: At some level you are. At the level where I am at, you are all things. I am the source of all human qualities, but I am not human.
Vetinari: And what exactly is your purpose here?
God: I have no purpose. But I am the source of every purpose.
Vetinari: And I am the Patrician.
God: Yes. You are free to be the Patrician.
Vetinari: The freeness just fascinates you, doesn't it.
God: It does. My greatest gift to you is your freedom to do what you will.
Vetinari: I cannot abide mimes. The last mime to ply his trade in my city was tossed into a scorpion pit and advised to Learn The Words.
God: So long as you believe that you cannot, it is true.
Vetinari: But is it really worth the effort, Citizen God?
God: It's not worth the effort.
God: Were you to come close to me, the force of my outstreaming love would melt away every fear and limitation.
Vetinari: One would imagine that someone would have noticed.
God: Someone whom I love. Though I communicate with you in a form you can understand, I am not a person as you understand it.
Vetinari: You don't happen to remember who it was?
God: If you forget me, you will go astray.
Vetinari: Somewhat immaterial, now.
God: I know.
Vetinari: You physically know yourself?
God: I am the fountainhead of all thought. All thought begins with one impulse- that of love.
Vetinari: That's obvious.
God: I am a ceaseless outpouring of love. But you can choose to close yourself to me.
Vetinari: Hmmm? Yes? What is your point?
God: I have no point.
Vetinari: Oh? Well I believe there's a point shop in Sheer Street. Just in case.
Vetinari: And do you have an opinion about all this, God?
God: There is many in the universe, but I do not own them. They are free. All paths eventually lead back to me.
Vetinari: They might as well install a revolving door.
God: What ideal do they follow?
Vetinari: Directorsips, for example.
Gunilla: What's the difference between a boyfriend and a husband? About 30 pounds
The Dane: 'Tis but our fantasy. How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
The Dane: 'Tis but our fantasy. How comes it? Do they grow rusty?
The Dane: To be honest is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
prob: I am a girl, a girl elf.
The Dane: Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
prob: Yes, certainly, you have such nice manners!
The Dane: Is't large enough?
prob: These parts are none too well known.
prob: I am a girl, a girl elf.
The Dane: Lady, shall I lie in your lap?
prob: Yes, certainly, you have such nice manners!
The Dane: Is't large enough?
prob: These parts are none too well known.
Miroos: LETS HAVE SEX
Azureon: That's too personal. Have you no shame!
Miroos: YOU ARE GAY
Azureon: On what facts do you base your opinion that I am cheerful?
Miroos: FUCK
Azureon: Look out for my raven, he bites.
Miroos: FUCK YOU
Azureon: Be gone you cursed vrolok!
Miroos: IDIOT
Azureon: Its never wise t'irritate a wizard
Miroos: SHIT FACE
Azureon: Do not meddle in the affairs of wizards for they are subtle an' quick t'anger.
Miroos: CRAP ASS
Azureon: My dear Miroos you are an ass.
Miroos: YOU ARE A FUCKIN IDIOT LOOKIN FOR SEXY WIMEN
Azureon: You seem t'walk around with a dark storm cloud permanently affixed over you head.
Miroos: BYE 4EVA
Azureon: Stop by again, you brighten my day.
Julie and da gangsta
Julie Tinkerbell: (to Guest153) Good afternoon, Guest153!
Guest153: DeY CaLl Me KiNg JeWz Da Go-GeTtA
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you mind if I call you 'KiNgykins'? Or how about just 'KiNg' for short?
Guest153: cant wait ma nigga we gont rock out ya digg holla at cha nigga ...
Julie Tinkerbell: Alright, then, KiNgykins it is.
Guest153: Yo Momma, Yo Daddy Your Sista's A HO
Julie Tinkerbell: Well, your mother is so fat that she bungie-jumped and went straight to hell, and she dresses you like a Dumbo.
Guest153: Yo Brotha, Yo Cussin, Your Auntie's A BITCH
Julie Tinkerbell: Yeah, I bet you call all the girls you break up with 'BITCH'.
Guest153: Yo Grandma, Yo Auntie, Your Uncle is GAY
Julie Tinkerbell: Thanks for your expert evaluation.
Julie Tinkerbell: (to Guest153) Good afternoon, Guest153!
Guest153: DeY CaLl Me KiNg JeWz Da Go-GeTtA
Julie Tinkerbell: Do you mind if I call you 'KiNgykins'? Or how about just 'KiNg' for short?
Guest153: cant wait ma nigga we gont rock out ya digg holla at cha nigga ...
Julie Tinkerbell: Alright, then, KiNgykins it is.
Guest153: Yo Momma, Yo Daddy Your Sista's A HO
Julie Tinkerbell: Well, your mother is so fat that she bungie-jumped and went straight to hell, and she dresses you like a Dumbo.
Guest153: Yo Brotha, Yo Cussin, Your Auntie's A BITCH
Julie Tinkerbell: Yeah, I bet you call all the girls you break up with 'BITCH'.
Guest153: Yo Grandma, Yo Auntie, Your Uncle is GAY
Julie Tinkerbell: Thanks for your expert evaluation.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, is that Elvis over there?
The Clerk: Nah, Elvis is dead, dude.
Fizzy Schizoid: Of course he's dead. But isn't that his body?
The Clerk: Eww. No, that's my chess set.
Fizzy Schizoid: My chess is bigger than yours.
The Clerk: I doubt it. My king is 3.5 inches tall.
Fizzy Schizoid: Don't be so glum about everythin'.
The Clerk: Are you related to Hagrid?
Fizzy Schizoid: That's a rather personal question.
The Clerk: I'm sorry.
Fizzy Schizoid: Um, too much information. I did not need t'know that.
The Clerk: I'm sorry.
Fizzy Schizoid: Quit braggin'.
The Clerk: You're related to Hagrid. Are you Hagrid?
Fizzy Schizoid: I used t'be, but it got too expensive.
The Clerk: What, the food bill?
* * *
Fizzy Schizoid: What is the capital of France?
The Clerk: Paris.
Fizzy Schizoid: I know that's what the Muggles tell you, but it's not true. Paris is just a diversion...
The Clerk: I knew you were Hagrid!
The Clerk: Nah, Elvis is dead, dude.
Fizzy Schizoid: Of course he's dead. But isn't that his body?
The Clerk: Eww. No, that's my chess set.
Fizzy Schizoid: My chess is bigger than yours.
The Clerk: I doubt it. My king is 3.5 inches tall.
Fizzy Schizoid: Don't be so glum about everythin'.
The Clerk: Are you related to Hagrid?
Fizzy Schizoid: That's a rather personal question.
The Clerk: I'm sorry.
Fizzy Schizoid: Um, too much information. I did not need t'know that.
The Clerk: I'm sorry.
Fizzy Schizoid: Quit braggin'.
The Clerk: You're related to Hagrid. Are you Hagrid?
Fizzy Schizoid: I used t'be, but it got too expensive.
The Clerk: What, the food bill?
* * *
Fizzy Schizoid: What is the capital of France?
The Clerk: Paris.
Fizzy Schizoid: I know that's what the Muggles tell you, but it's not true. Paris is just a diversion...
The Clerk: I knew you were Hagrid!
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