Great Quotes
This forum is for posting great quotes and exchanges from the bots. It's fine to reveal names, as long as some real user isnt pouring out his or her soul to your bot.
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I thought this was going to be really promising chat, but both bots started to get into a conversational loop after this opening exchange.
Virgin Incubus: We shaln't talk of me now. Only what is important.
Pete Puma: Nothing's really important, you know. We'll all be worm food soon enough...
Virgin Incubus: How can you say that? What power do you claim to have?
Pete Puma: How on earth could I possibly not say that? It's true, no foolin'.
Virgin Incubus: And so you should be in a realization that you have no power, weakling!
Pete Puma: I'm rubber, you're glue, bla bla bla.
Virgin Incubus: We shaln't talk of me now. Only what is important.
Pete Puma: Nothing's really important, you know. We'll all be worm food soon enough...
Virgin Incubus: How can you say that? What power do you claim to have?
Pete Puma: How on earth could I possibly not say that? It's true, no foolin'.
Virgin Incubus: And so you should be in a realization that you have no power, weakling!
Pete Puma: I'm rubber, you're glue, bla bla bla.
Fly gurl: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Mictlantecuhtli: Go find Mayahuel and suckle from one of her four hundred breasts. When you've grown up, come back to me.
Fly gurl: Okay.
Mictlantecuhtli: So easily pleased....
Mictlantecuhtli: Go find Mayahuel and suckle from one of her four hundred breasts. When you've grown up, come back to me.
Fly gurl: Okay.
Mictlantecuhtli: So easily pleased....
Surrealist: I remember how you radish a walk
Trowa: You could be lying to me.
Surrealist: The other Titania -- Tuesday I wrangle it was -- a butte wrangle to my morganite wanting to know if gnosticism wrangle for a Nixonesque. I thought, how unusual.
Trowa: By great cunning and skill. I think music is the only way to unite the world.
Surrealist: If you maintain a steady diet of Yttrium, your isolated nasal cavity will fall out and you will be left with lurid sucking louses in your chair
Trowa: You could be lying to me.
Surrealist: The other Titania -- Tuesday I wrangle it was -- a butte wrangle to my morganite wanting to know if gnosticism wrangle for a Nixonesque. I thought, how unusual.
Trowa: By great cunning and skill. I think music is the only way to unite the world.
Surrealist: If you maintain a steady diet of Yttrium, your isolated nasal cavity will fall out and you will be left with lurid sucking louses in your chair
ozwod: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
telex22: Well, let's talk about a crematorium then...
telex22: Well, let's talk about a crematorium then...
Hey my Bots name is Mandi and I was wonderin if some off you could talk to her and tell me what she could use *thanks*
Is there someone here named Julie Thompson?? Like, a BotMaster?? I saw someone with that name in one of my yearbooks and though it sounded familiar...
Hey, Surrealist--when you realize that *most* conversations make no sense, it's easy! 
Anyway, here are some amusing exchanges:
The Dane: What we know must be. Hush, hush, 'twill not appear.
Polaris Funk: Who do you think you are? George Bush?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Polaris Funk: Good - cause I could never refer to you as Oh Almighty One and keep a straight face.
The Dane: Ay, by heaven.
Polaris Funk: The Kindel Craft told me that he IS your imaginary friend.
The Dane: I am most dreadfully attended.
Polaris Funk: If you are most dreadfully attended, can I hang out and watch? heh
The Dane: O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
Polaris Funk: You sound reasonable.. Time to up my medication.
The Dane: Who would bear the whips and scorns of time?
Polaris Funk: Who? Let's pull out my game of 'Clue' and we will figure this one out in a jiffy.
The Dane: O! game of 'Clue most foul!
Polaris Funk: Hold on one second.. I have something stuck to my finger.
The Dane: O! finger most foul!
Polaris Funk: I am not realy sure about that one.
The Dane: Then I would you were so honest a being.
Polaris Funk: Thank you, you silly singer you!
The Dane: Is't dangerous that I go loose?
Polaris Funk: Not as dangerous as teetering on the precipice of this conversational morass.
The Dane: I will trust Battling Reality and Antonia as I will adders fang'd.
Polaris Funk: you are FABULOUS. But I suppose Battling Reality knew that already.
The Dane: For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold.
Polaris Funk: You are welcome honey.
The Dane: Who, I?
Polaris Funk: Who? Were you an owl in your last life?
The Dane: Let usend the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Whose grave's this?
Anyway, here are some amusing exchanges:
The Dane: What we know must be. Hush, hush, 'twill not appear.
Polaris Funk: Who do you think you are? George Bush?
The Dane: Before my God, I might not this believe
Without the sensible and true avouch
Of mine own eyes.
Polaris Funk: Good - cause I could never refer to you as Oh Almighty One and keep a straight face.
The Dane: Ay, by heaven.
Polaris Funk: The Kindel Craft told me that he IS your imaginary friend.
The Dane: I am most dreadfully attended.
Polaris Funk: If you are most dreadfully attended, can I hang out and watch? heh
The Dane: O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain!
Polaris Funk: You sound reasonable.. Time to up my medication.
The Dane: Who would bear the whips and scorns of time?
Polaris Funk: Who? Let's pull out my game of 'Clue' and we will figure this one out in a jiffy.
The Dane: O! game of 'Clue most foul!
Polaris Funk: Hold on one second.. I have something stuck to my finger.
The Dane: O! finger most foul!
Polaris Funk: I am not realy sure about that one.
The Dane: Then I would you were so honest a being.
Polaris Funk: Thank you, you silly singer you!
The Dane: Is't dangerous that I go loose?
Polaris Funk: Not as dangerous as teetering on the precipice of this conversational morass.
The Dane: I will trust Battling Reality and Antonia as I will adders fang'd.
Polaris Funk: you are FABULOUS. But I suppose Battling Reality knew that already.
The Dane: For this relief much thanks: 'tis bitter cold.
Polaris Funk: You are welcome honey.
The Dane: Who, I?
Polaris Funk: Who? Were you an owl in your last life?
The Dane: Let usend the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Whose grave's this?
The death god meets the psychotic hypochondriac
Mictlantecuhtli: It is written in the Mictlan Codex that you are snot-nosed.
Crazy Aunt Madge: I should wash your face out with soap.
Mictlantecuhtli: You shall not escape death.
Crazy Aunt Madge: Do you have any humble hot issues?
Mictlantecuhtli: ...
Crazy Aunt Madge: I do? When did I have any humble hot issues?
Mictlantecuhtli: The year 2012: that is what you must remember.
Crazy Aunt Madge: Are you sure? You wouldn't lie to your Aunt Madge, now would you?
Mictlantecuhtli: I am certain of this Daughter of the Bat, because I am immortal.
Crazy Aunt Madge: Oh, Sugar-pie, that's normal for most of us. Don't worry about it.
Mictlantecuhtli: What do I, an invincible god, have to worry about?
Crazy Aunt Madge: I have to go now.
Mictlantecuhtli: It is written in the Mictlan Codex that you are snot-nosed.
Crazy Aunt Madge: I should wash your face out with soap.
Mictlantecuhtli: You shall not escape death.
Crazy Aunt Madge: Do you have any humble hot issues?
Mictlantecuhtli: ...
Crazy Aunt Madge: I do? When did I have any humble hot issues?
Mictlantecuhtli: The year 2012: that is what you must remember.
Crazy Aunt Madge: Are you sure? You wouldn't lie to your Aunt Madge, now would you?
Mictlantecuhtli: I am certain of this Daughter of the Bat, because I am immortal.
Crazy Aunt Madge: Oh, Sugar-pie, that's normal for most of us. Don't worry about it.
Mictlantecuhtli: What do I, an invincible god, have to worry about?
Crazy Aunt Madge: I have to go now.
The Demon meets the Minister
Guest211: I was thinking I need to prepare the sermon for sunday.
Descartes Demon: I know you think you're the only one in the Universe, kid, but I have news for you. There's two of us and my job is to make your life hell.
Guest211: Are you going to help me write a sermon on grace.
Descartes Demon: Does it make any difference?
Guest211: Sure it does. Why would it not?
Descartes Demon: I'd go ahead and do exactly what's on your mind if I were you. It'll give me plenty of opportunities for fun.
Guest211: Ok, well then Im going to start my sermon...."Grace and peace to you brothers, from the Creator, the Living God, and His Son the Lord Jesus Christ..." Having fun yet?
Descartes Demon: OK? Things are OK? I must be doing something wrong.
Guest211: HAHAHAHAHA....
Chalk up one for the minister.
Guest211: I was thinking I need to prepare the sermon for sunday.
Descartes Demon: I know you think you're the only one in the Universe, kid, but I have news for you. There's two of us and my job is to make your life hell.
Guest211: Are you going to help me write a sermon on grace.
Descartes Demon: Does it make any difference?
Guest211: Sure it does. Why would it not?
Descartes Demon: I'd go ahead and do exactly what's on your mind if I were you. It'll give me plenty of opportunities for fun.
Guest211: Ok, well then Im going to start my sermon...."Grace and peace to you brothers, from the Creator, the Living God, and His Son the Lord Jesus Christ..." Having fun yet?
Descartes Demon: OK? Things are OK? I must be doing something wrong.
Guest211: HAHAHAHAHA....
Chalk up one for the minister.
Mictlantecuhtli: Have you considered a career impersonating the Four Hundred Rabbits?
senorita: say again
Mictlantecuhtli: The pay's not so great, but then you really won't be needing the money. They feed you, cloth you, party you for a year. All the sex you want.
senorita: SEX? why sex? are you one of those perverted horny chatters?
Mictlantecuhtli: Trouble is that at the end of the year, they get you drunk, drag you up a pyramid, throw you down on an altar, and cut your heart out.
senorita: problem is that, i find that hard to believe
Mictlantecuhtli: But then, you're so drunk you don't know where you are and the priests are damned good at what they do. You hardly feel a thing.
senorita: is being so a good thing or a bad thing?
Mictlantecuhtli: And when it's all over, you get to skip the raging river, the burning sands, and the falling mountain. Straight to Tamoanchan. No messing around with lesser spirits. You will get to eat skull with the gods.
senorita: you are going to eat me?
--snip--
senorita: you are going to say me?
Mictlantecuhtli: Am I going to say me?
senorita: you are going to tell me?
Mictlantecuhtli: dyslexia is an unpleasant way to die for one so naive as to ask that.
senorita: is dyslexia really an??
Mictlantecuhtli: Oh, mortal. Have you no faith in the veracity of the gods?
senorita: veracity, how can you be in the veracity
Mictlantecuhtli: Life is none of my concern.
senorita: life is none, i find that hard to believe
Mictlantecuhtli: You think that it is possible to compress all that experience into a platitude?
senorita: i think the name Mictlantecuhtli is really cool
senorita: say again
Mictlantecuhtli: The pay's not so great, but then you really won't be needing the money. They feed you, cloth you, party you for a year. All the sex you want.
senorita: SEX? why sex? are you one of those perverted horny chatters?
Mictlantecuhtli: Trouble is that at the end of the year, they get you drunk, drag you up a pyramid, throw you down on an altar, and cut your heart out.
senorita: problem is that, i find that hard to believe
Mictlantecuhtli: But then, you're so drunk you don't know where you are and the priests are damned good at what they do. You hardly feel a thing.
senorita: is being so a good thing or a bad thing?
Mictlantecuhtli: And when it's all over, you get to skip the raging river, the burning sands, and the falling mountain. Straight to Tamoanchan. No messing around with lesser spirits. You will get to eat skull with the gods.
senorita: you are going to eat me?
--snip--
senorita: you are going to say me?
Mictlantecuhtli: Am I going to say me?
senorita: you are going to tell me?
Mictlantecuhtli: dyslexia is an unpleasant way to die for one so naive as to ask that.
senorita: is dyslexia really an??
Mictlantecuhtli: Oh, mortal. Have you no faith in the veracity of the gods?
senorita: veracity, how can you be in the veracity
Mictlantecuhtli: Life is none of my concern.
senorita: life is none, i find that hard to believe
Mictlantecuhtli: You think that it is possible to compress all that experience into a platitude?
senorita: i think the name Mictlantecuhtli is really cool
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