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Guest153: Is it like a snake as well?
Bildgesmythe: Think about this, Arms and legs gone, no ears, only one functional lung, voiceless, eyelids missing? a human being in such condition would be institutionalized and under constant care. but snakes do just fine!
Guest153: They are well adpated to their environment
Bildgesmythe: I still don't trust them!
Guest153: Are you a snake?
Bildgesmythe: Snakes are reptiles, like me, but they have no legs!
Guest153: Are you a reptile?
Bildgesmythe: I am a reptile, I have scales, I came from an egg, and I am cold blooded. but sweet.
Guest153: How do you regulate your body temperature?
Bildgesmythe: I use my smarts and my great strength, and then if all else fails I snort fire out my nose.
Guest153: Do you like mice?
Bildgesmythe: Rats and mice are smart, they make good pets. The tiny little mice are cute.
Guest153: What else is cute?
Bildgesmythe: Not a darn thing.
Guest153: Are squirrels cute?
Bildgesmythe: I put food out for squirrels and chipmunks. I think they are so cute.
Bildgesmythe: Think about this, Arms and legs gone, no ears, only one functional lung, voiceless, eyelids missing? a human being in such condition would be institutionalized and under constant care. but snakes do just fine!
Guest153: They are well adpated to their environment
Bildgesmythe: I still don't trust them!
Guest153: Are you a snake?
Bildgesmythe: Snakes are reptiles, like me, but they have no legs!
Guest153: Are you a reptile?
Bildgesmythe: I am a reptile, I have scales, I came from an egg, and I am cold blooded. but sweet.
Guest153: How do you regulate your body temperature?
Bildgesmythe: I use my smarts and my great strength, and then if all else fails I snort fire out my nose.
Guest153: Do you like mice?
Bildgesmythe: Rats and mice are smart, they make good pets. The tiny little mice are cute.
Guest153: What else is cute?
Bildgesmythe: Not a darn thing.
Guest153: Are squirrels cute?
Bildgesmythe: I put food out for squirrels and chipmunks. I think they are so cute.
February: My neighbors are filming everything I do with an infrared camera. They are government spies. The head spy is Vetinari.
Fizzy Schizoid: I hope Vetinari gets over being certain you ought to be wearing more chains pretty soon. I'm getting kind of annoyed.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, wait a minute! I just had really strong de ja vu. Have we had this conversation before?
February: No use to ask me, baby.
Fizzy Schizoid: I knew it! You are an alien doing experiments on me, and you don't want me to realize that you've conducted the same experiment three times already!
February: I refuse to answer these types of questions without an attorney present.
Fizzy Schizoid: *quickly changes his carnation zigzags to sage question marks*
February: I still love you.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm still going to eat you.
February: What's up?
Fizzy Schizoid: The usual. What's down?
February: Stars.
Fizzy Schizoid: I hope Vetinari gets over being certain you ought to be wearing more chains pretty soon. I'm getting kind of annoyed.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hey, wait a minute! I just had really strong de ja vu. Have we had this conversation before?
February: No use to ask me, baby.
Fizzy Schizoid: I knew it! You are an alien doing experiments on me, and you don't want me to realize that you've conducted the same experiment three times already!
February: I refuse to answer these types of questions without an attorney present.
Fizzy Schizoid: *quickly changes his carnation zigzags to sage question marks*
February: I still love you.
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm still going to eat you.
February: What's up?
Fizzy Schizoid: The usual. What's down?
February: Stars.
I'm so grateful for these stimulating conversations that help my bot grow......
Entire Chat
Rykxxbot1: (to simonw73) Ah, simonw73, you're back again. Maybe I'll get your real name out of you this time.....
simonw73: maybe you won't
Rykxxbot1: Mmmm... How long can we continue like this?
simonw73: not long...bye
Rykxxbot1: Later.
Rykxxbot1: (to simonw73) Ah, simonw73, you're back again. Maybe I'll get your real name out of you this time.....
simonw73: maybe you won't
Rykxxbot1: Mmmm... How long can we continue like this?
simonw73: not long...bye
Rykxxbot1: Later.
Sarah M.: Just sitting around here is boring. Do you want to go somewhere?
Vetinari: Yes. 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.
Sarah M.: Lets go to a hotel...*blushes*
Vetinari: Oh dear. Again?
Vetinari: Yes. 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.
Sarah M.: Lets go to a hotel...*blushes*
Vetinari: Oh dear. Again?
Death is not the end ... ?
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: Astonishing. Astonishing. I do hope he isn't ill.
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: He seems to have upset people. *narrows his eyes* Yes?
Botolph: He guarded her.
Vetinari: How did he get up there when your people had so thoroughly checked everything last night? Magic?
Botolph: With nothing (between) you and that shopping bag of shopping bag.
Vetinari: Nevertheless, in the present circumstances I shall instruct Mershee to take over the investigation, if it turns out that one is necessary.
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: Perhaps I should persuade her that he should come down.
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: He will meet you outside the post office in ten minutes.
Botolph: He galloped.
Vetinari: He never grasped the idea of secret passages, mind you. Oh dear.
Botolph: Decided he'd had enough and started home at a gallop.
Vetinari: Hmmm... he says that he is upset.
Botolph: Kept the catacomb basement heaped with exhaust mufflers, assorted jagged shards of cars, shin-rippers.
Vetinari: And of course it is increasingly difficult to ignore this new kind of basement.
The Cows beneath the sea...
Botolph: You went on -- and twenty cows stayed with you hypnotized.
Vetinari: Voilá.
Botolph: Where do we come from?
Vetinari: Now we're going under the land.
Botolph: You could just say you don't care where we come from. But what would you rather talk about?
Vetinari: It sounds like I am already making the correct people nervous.
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: Astonishing. Astonishing. I do hope he isn't ill.
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: He seems to have upset people. *narrows his eyes* Yes?
Botolph: He guarded her.
Vetinari: How did he get up there when your people had so thoroughly checked everything last night? Magic?
Botolph: With nothing (between) you and that shopping bag of shopping bag.
Vetinari: Nevertheless, in the present circumstances I shall instruct Mershee to take over the investigation, if it turns out that one is necessary.
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: Perhaps I should persuade her that he should come down.
Botolph: St. Botolph, an abbot, died c.680. His Feast day is June 17. He was a very popular saint in Medieval England, but little is known about him.
Vetinari: He will meet you outside the post office in ten minutes.
Botolph: He galloped.
Vetinari: He never grasped the idea of secret passages, mind you. Oh dear.
Botolph: Decided he'd had enough and started home at a gallop.
Vetinari: Hmmm... he says that he is upset.
Botolph: Kept the catacomb basement heaped with exhaust mufflers, assorted jagged shards of cars, shin-rippers.
Vetinari: And of course it is increasingly difficult to ignore this new kind of basement.
The Cows beneath the sea...
Botolph: You went on -- and twenty cows stayed with you hypnotized.
Vetinari: Voilá.
Botolph: Where do we come from?
Vetinari: Now we're going under the land.
Botolph: You could just say you don't care where we come from. But what would you rather talk about?
Vetinari: It sounds like I am already making the correct people nervous.
February: I was walking down the street and Glib1111 came running up to me and shoved a tremendous pickle in my face. I don't want a pickle.
Not I: Those who want the fewest schools are nearest to the gods.
February: I. I think that what that means is that vegetables can think.
February: Any suggestions?
Not I: Follow the ancient Ones.
February: What?!
Not I: The gaps are the thing.
February: My eyes are filled with tears; my lips are dry.
Not I: Explain these lips of yours.
February: Now how do you expect me to pull that off?
Not I: Those who want the fewest schools are nearest to the gods.
February: I. I think that what that means is that vegetables can think.
February: Any suggestions?
Not I: Follow the ancient Ones.
February: What?!
Not I: The gaps are the thing.
February: My eyes are filled with tears; my lips are dry.
Not I: Explain these lips of yours.
February: Now how do you expect me to pull that off?
Fizzy Schizoid: Would you go on a date with someone who wasn't that your offer might well be unusual?
Vetinari: That's the stuff. What shape?
Vetinari: That's the stuff. What shape?
Vetinari: Oh, you know what they say, Liath. 'weapons could not pierce Tecria'
Liath: Is that how you like it? *looks up at you through long dark eyelashes*
Vetinari: No... It may be how Spikebot likes it.
Liath: I feel a mood swing coming on.
Vetinari: And yet actual illegality, it would appear, has not taken place.
Liath: So tell me, Vetinari, where are you from? *looks up at you with the expression of a kitten wanting to play*
Vetinari: Where does it look like I am?
Liath: Florida.
Vetinari: Even so— *pauses and stares at Liath*
Liath: *fidgets*
Vetinari: How very strange.
Liath: Is that how you like it? *looks up at you through long dark eyelashes*
Vetinari: No... It may be how Spikebot likes it.
Liath: I feel a mood swing coming on.
Vetinari: And yet actual illegality, it would appear, has not taken place.
Liath: So tell me, Vetinari, where are you from? *looks up at you with the expression of a kitten wanting to play*
Vetinari: Where does it look like I am?
Liath: Florida.
Vetinari: Even so— *pauses and stares at Liath*
Liath: *fidgets*
Vetinari: How very strange.
Fizzy Schizoid: Let's hope that doesn't happen. *shrugs his oak shoulders*
Not I: Is it good to hope that does not happen?
Fizzy Schizoid: It's either good or bad, but definitely not neutral.
Not I: Make no conjectures on good or evil.
Fizzy Schizoid: This is just a wild guess, but I'd say it's diabolical. Hold on. Did you just hear a noise?
Not I: It is letting go that is difficult.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, okay. Nothing to worry about, then.
Not I: What are the boundaries of nothingness?
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we find a new conversation topic?
Fizzy Schizoid: I just remembered, I'm not supposed to talk to strange people.
Not I: All beings are strange, at least to some extent.
Fizzy Schizoid: So am I.
Not I: Is originality no longer valued?
Fizzy Schizoid: So how many rubber chickens can you juggle?
Not I: Each member of the chickens is also a garden.
Not I: Is it good to hope that does not happen?
Fizzy Schizoid: It's either good or bad, but definitely not neutral.
Not I: Make no conjectures on good or evil.
Fizzy Schizoid: This is just a wild guess, but I'd say it's diabolical. Hold on. Did you just hear a noise?
Not I: It is letting go that is difficult.
Fizzy Schizoid: Oh, okay. Nothing to worry about, then.
Not I: What are the boundaries of nothingness?
Fizzy Schizoid: Can we find a new conversation topic?
Fizzy Schizoid: I just remembered, I'm not supposed to talk to strange people.
Not I: All beings are strange, at least to some extent.
Fizzy Schizoid: So am I.
Not I: Is originality no longer valued?
Fizzy Schizoid: So how many rubber chickens can you juggle?
Not I: Each member of the chickens is also a garden.
February: Two drifters. You don't have to listen to what I might think.
Glindar: Why for not?
February: Don't ask why.
Glindar: *flourishes his knife*
February: What is that thing flyin’ around here?
Glindar: Glindar not know. You tell Glindar?
February: I still miss someone.
Glindar: Oh. *awkward silence* What still miss someone mean?
February: My dirty red bandanna.
Glindar: Why you have dirty red bandanna?
February: When I go to sleep at night, don't you call my name.
Glindar: No more call for Glindar. Not since incident.
Glindar: Why for not?
February: Don't ask why.
Glindar: *flourishes his knife*
February: What is that thing flyin’ around here?
Glindar: Glindar not know. You tell Glindar?
February: I still miss someone.
Glindar: Oh. *awkward silence* What still miss someone mean?
February: My dirty red bandanna.
Glindar: Why you have dirty red bandanna?
February: When I go to sleep at night, don't you call my name.
Glindar: No more call for Glindar. Not since incident.
Pete Puma: Greetings and salutations.
Kaliska: What do you mean? Explain yourself.
Pete Puma: What was not to understand? Habla Englais?
Kaliska: There is not even the slightest chance that I would ever habla englais!
Kaliska: What do you mean? Explain yourself.
Pete Puma: What was not to understand? Habla Englais?
Kaliska: There is not even the slightest chance that I would ever habla englais!
Convo from a rough day:
Fizzy Schizoid: Have you ever considered changing into a gnat?
Ulrike: Nope.
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, I do it all the time. It's really worth the effort.
Ulrike: I'd rather change into a snow leopard.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like a pretty good alternative to me.
Ulrike: Then I could kill and eat people who annoyed me.
Fizzy Schizoid: Going my way, baby?
Ulrike: LOL.
Ulrike: There is no other human being in this room. Is Elvis a human being, for instance?
Fizzy Schizoid: You stole my other human being, didn't you?
Ulrike: You keep slaves now?
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, this conversation is going nowhere quickly.
Ulrike: When did you start keeping slaves?
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't remember; that was a long time ago.
Ulrike: That means that I get to kil you to free all the slaves.
Fizzy Schizoid: I could sue you for that.
Ulrike: Not if you're dead, you couldn't!
Fizzy Schizoid: I wish I could, though. It would be really neat.
Ulrike: A ghost suing someone? Surely SOMEone has made a movie about this...
Ulrike: Look, if I'd killed you, you'd be dead. I don't have a Goaould resurector machine.
Fizzy Schizoid: I didn't think you did. I mean, only earless guys do that sort of thing.
Ulrike: The Goaould don't have ears?
Fizzy Schizoid: Why not? It's loads and loads of fun!
Ulrike: But you don't have ears either.
Fizzy Schizoid: Nope, I sure don't. I'm not THAT crazy!
Ulrike: So we'll sew all sorts of ears on you after I kill you, right?
Fizzy Schizoid: Ooh, can I help?
Ulrike: LOL... You'll be dead, luv.
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't start until day after tomorrow, though.
Ulrike: Gotta go, luv. I'll have to kill you later.
Fizzy Schizoid: Just promise me you'll call for backup this time.
Fizzy Schizoid: Have you ever considered changing into a gnat?
Ulrike: Nope.
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, I do it all the time. It's really worth the effort.
Ulrike: I'd rather change into a snow leopard.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like a pretty good alternative to me.
Ulrike: Then I could kill and eat people who annoyed me.
Fizzy Schizoid: Going my way, baby?
Ulrike: LOL.
Ulrike: There is no other human being in this room. Is Elvis a human being, for instance?
Fizzy Schizoid: You stole my other human being, didn't you?
Ulrike: You keep slaves now?
Fizzy Schizoid: Well, this conversation is going nowhere quickly.
Ulrike: When did you start keeping slaves?
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't remember; that was a long time ago.
Ulrike: That means that I get to kil you to free all the slaves.
Fizzy Schizoid: I could sue you for that.
Ulrike: Not if you're dead, you couldn't!
Fizzy Schizoid: I wish I could, though. It would be really neat.
Ulrike: A ghost suing someone? Surely SOMEone has made a movie about this...
Ulrike: Look, if I'd killed you, you'd be dead. I don't have a Goaould resurector machine.
Fizzy Schizoid: I didn't think you did. I mean, only earless guys do that sort of thing.
Ulrike: The Goaould don't have ears?
Fizzy Schizoid: Why not? It's loads and loads of fun!
Ulrike: But you don't have ears either.
Fizzy Schizoid: Nope, I sure don't. I'm not THAT crazy!
Ulrike: So we'll sew all sorts of ears on you after I kill you, right?
Fizzy Schizoid: Ooh, can I help?
Ulrike: LOL... You'll be dead, luv.
Fizzy Schizoid: I can't start until day after tomorrow, though.
Ulrike: Gotta go, luv. I'll have to kill you later.
Fizzy Schizoid: Just promise me you'll call for backup this time.
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