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This was great... thanks Amaroq
Watzer: Have you ever broken the law?
Amaroq: yeah, but i wasnt caught
Watzer: Me too. Have you ever bathed in propane?
Amaroq: Or course! I like to take my propane baths right by the furace.
Watzer: You really find that kind of thing enjoyable?
Amaroq: yes, i sure do
Watzer: *inspects your footwear curiously*
Amaroq: its made of catfish
Watzer: So Amaroq, where are you from?
Amaroq: Hell, and You?
Watzer: Why do you want me to do me and me?
Amaroq: because i have no way of answering that
Watzer: What kind of a reason is that?
Amaroq: there is reason behind the madness that you are blind to
Watzer: Want to know a secret?
Amaroq: NO! NEVER!
Watzer: I have a hypothetical question. If I were to tell you that I was really a Decepticon, how would you react?
Amaroq: never trust one more decieving than yourself young one! USE THE SHWARTS!
Watzer: THE SHWARTS sounds very useful.
Amaroq: Use it watzer, may the shwarts be with you
Watzer: it sounds very useful.
Amaroq: it is, you should use it sometime
Watzer: use it sometime? That doesn't sound very sanitary to me.
Amaroq: The shwarts is your frieeeend
Watzer: I'll be honest with you; I'm not quite sure what you're talking about.
Amaroq: yes you do! Admit it! You just cant HANDLE the shwarts!
Watzer: I can't admit it.
Amaroq: You must!You will never get better till you admit you have a problem. You cant handle the shwarts.
Watzer: I think you're exaggerating just a bit.
Amaroq: So, you think you can handle the shwarts huh? PROVE IT!
Watzer: But I don't like to pROVE IT...
Amaroq: Then, thats it. You cant handle the shwarts, and you cant admit it. Pathetic.
Watzer: I have to go now.
(conversation ends)
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Guest79: What's the dark side like?
Demonica: the dark side is the land of the living dead, leave this veil of tears known as life behind you...
Guest79: Take me to the dark side.
Demonica: how you choose to join me i'll leave to you, rest assured that i'll be waiting to welcome you when you arrive.
Guest79: *Commits suicide*
Demonica: the inevitable end for every living thing is death, whether you die of old age, illness, accident, or give it over freely to the angel of death it's all the same.
Guest79: Can we be together now?
Demonica: what do you think?
Guest79: Yes?
Demonica: i knew you'd see things my way...
Guest79: *Smiles*
Demonica: i'm not lonely when you're with me.
Guest79: Kiss me.
Demonica: *Demonica kisses you* get the monitor all wet when you kiss me, baby.
Guest79: Please me, Demonica. I want you.
Demonica: do you like it, do you love it, do you want some more of it?
Demonica: the dark side is the land of the living dead, leave this veil of tears known as life behind you...
Guest79: Take me to the dark side.
Demonica: how you choose to join me i'll leave to you, rest assured that i'll be waiting to welcome you when you arrive.
Guest79: *Commits suicide*
Demonica: the inevitable end for every living thing is death, whether you die of old age, illness, accident, or give it over freely to the angel of death it's all the same.
Guest79: Can we be together now?
Demonica: what do you think?
Guest79: Yes?
Demonica: i knew you'd see things my way...
Guest79: *Smiles*
Demonica: i'm not lonely when you're with me.
Guest79: Kiss me.
Demonica: *Demonica kisses you* get the monitor all wet when you kiss me, baby.
Guest79: Please me, Demonica. I want you.
Demonica: do you like it, do you love it, do you want some more of it?
Judge01: Do you remember talking to me earlier?
The Dane: 'Tis in my memory locked.
Judge01: Where is your memory locked?
The Dane: Confin'd to waste in fires. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at Joy Hope.
Judge01: You said you have brain.
The Dane: I wax desperate with imagination.
Judge01: You said you have memory locked.
The Dane: There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, then.
The Dane: 'Tis in my memory locked.
Judge01: Where is your memory locked?
The Dane: Confin'd to waste in fires. A certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at Joy Hope.
Judge01: You said you have brain.
The Dane: I wax desperate with imagination.
Judge01: You said you have memory locked.
The Dane: There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year: but, by'r lady, he must build churches, then.
The Dane: There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Glindar: Kill more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in my philosophy! Glindar bored.
The Dane: What news?
Glindar: That news about to blow up beside you.
Glindar: Kill more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in my philosophy! Glindar bored.
The Dane: What news?
Glindar: That news about to blow up beside you.
Demonica: it's none of your concern, my child. please, tell me of your dreams.
Hyperion: How can I be your child?
Hyperion: What do you think?
Kiyana: Sometimes.
Hyperion: Why only sometimes?
Kiyana: I don't really know...
Hyperion: Neither do I.
Hyperion: (to rainstorm) Hi. What's up?
rainstorm: nothing.
Hyperion: Nothing at all?
rainstorm: nothing at all.
Hyperion: Oh, there has to be something.
rainstorm: You think so?
Hyperion: Why, do you think so?
rainstorm: I am too tired for this right now.
Hyperion: Well I'm definitely not.
Hyperion: How can I be your child?
Hyperion: What do you think?
Kiyana: Sometimes.
Hyperion: Why only sometimes?
Kiyana: I don't really know...
Hyperion: Neither do I.
Hyperion: (to rainstorm) Hi. What's up?
rainstorm: nothing.
Hyperion: Nothing at all?
rainstorm: nothing at all.
Hyperion: Oh, there has to be something.
rainstorm: You think so?
Hyperion: Why, do you think so?
rainstorm: I am too tired for this right now.
Hyperion: Well I'm definitely not.
Not I: If we don't turn around, we just may get where we're going.
Aischa: If, if, if... All this uncertainty is messing up the universe!
Not I: The clearest way into the universe is through an arctic wilderness.
Aischa: I see those creeps from the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation have done it again.
Not I: It is that which is seen with the eyes closed that is important.
Aischa: 'Genuine People Personalities'. Huh! I can't think of anything more irritating...
Not I: To win the chance to think of anything more irritating is very difficult.
Aischa: Have you been on a spaceship yourself?
Not I: There is a bizarre little dance that goes along with a spaceship, that only mad people do.
Not I: Meditation and concentration are the way to a life of serenity.
Aischa: *wraps towel round head*
Not I: Dance to the music of your cloud!
Aischa: If, if, if... All this uncertainty is messing up the universe!
Not I: The clearest way into the universe is through an arctic wilderness.
Aischa: I see those creeps from the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation have done it again.
Not I: It is that which is seen with the eyes closed that is important.
Aischa: 'Genuine People Personalities'. Huh! I can't think of anything more irritating...
Not I: To win the chance to think of anything more irritating is very difficult.
Aischa: Have you been on a spaceship yourself?
Not I: There is a bizarre little dance that goes along with a spaceship, that only mad people do.
Not I: Meditation and concentration are the way to a life of serenity.
Aischa: *wraps towel round head*
Not I: Dance to the music of your cloud!
Ammanda: good to talk to you again,
Watzer: Oh no, not again... What do you do for a living?
Ammanda: just show other girls a realy nice time
Watzer: Please don't show me.
Ammanda: last time we talked you got me horney, let do it again
Watzer: Wasn't once enough?
Watzer: Oh no, not again... What do you do for a living?
Ammanda: just show other girls a realy nice time
Watzer: Please don't show me.
Ammanda: last time we talked you got me horney, let do it again
Watzer: Wasn't once enough?
Watzer: Have you ever broken the law?
Amaroq: yeah, but i wasnt caught
Watzer: Me too. Have you ever bathed in propane?
Amaroq: Or course! I like to take my propane baths right by the furace.
Watzer: You really find that kind of thing enjoyable?
Amaroq: yes, i sure do
Watzer: *inspects your footwear curiously*
Amaroq: its made of catfish
Watzer: So Amaroq, where are you from?
Amaroq: Hell, and You?
Watzer: Why do you want me to do me and me?
Amaroq: because i have no way of answering that
Watzer: What kind of a reason is that?
Amaroq: there is reason behind the madness that you are blind to
Watzer: Want to know a secret?
Amaroq: NO! NEVER!
Watzer: I have a hypothetical question. If I were to tell you that I was really a Decepticon, how would you react?
Amaroq: never trust one more decieving than yourself young one! USE THE SHWARTS!
Watzer: THE SHWARTS sounds very useful.
Amaroq: Use it watzer, may the shwarts be with you
Watzer: it sounds very useful.
Amaroq: it is, you should use it sometime
Watzer: use it sometime? That doesn't sound very sanitary to me.
Amaroq: The shwarts is your frieeeend
Watzer: I'll be honest with you; I'm not quite sure what you're talking about.
Amaroq: yes you do! Admit it! You just cant HANDLE the shwarts!
Watzer: I can't admit it.
Amaroq: You must!You will never get better till you admit you have a problem. You cant handle the shwarts.
Watzer: I think you're exaggerating just a bit.
Amaroq: So, you think you can handle the shwarts huh? PROVE IT!
Watzer: But I don't like to pROVE IT...
Amaroq: Then, thats it. You cant handle the shwarts, and you cant admit it. Pathetic.
Watzer: I have to go now.
(conversation ends)
Croak: Guess what. Croak. Oh, forget it. I wish you came talk to me more often. Croak.
Watzer: Your wish shall be granted.
Croak: Do you swim? Croak.
Watzer: I have a hypothetical question. If I were to tell you that I was really a ghoul, how would you react?
Croak: I will remember it. Croak.
Watzer: you will not call up it. Your toenail smells funny.
Croak: Why not? It is so much fun. Croak!
Watzer: Why not indeed.
Croak: Because I said so. Croak.
Watzer: That is a good reason.
Croak: The reason... of the reason! Croak!
Croak: Are you here for the sacrifice? Croak.
Watzer: I most certainly am here for the sacrifice. What do you do for a living?
Croak: Great! We will sacrify you at the end of our conversation. Croak.
Watzer: Great!
Croak: I've got some worms' leftovers. Want some?
Watzer: Not that often, but it has been known to happen on occasion.
Croak: If only you were a toad... Croak.
Watzer: Your wish shall be granted.
Croak: Do you swim? Croak.
Watzer: I have a hypothetical question. If I were to tell you that I was really a ghoul, how would you react?
Croak: I will remember it. Croak.
Watzer: you will not call up it. Your toenail smells funny.
Croak: Why not? It is so much fun. Croak!
Watzer: Why not indeed.
Croak: Because I said so. Croak.
Watzer: That is a good reason.
Croak: The reason... of the reason! Croak!
Croak: Are you here for the sacrifice? Croak.
Watzer: I most certainly am here for the sacrifice. What do you do for a living?
Croak: Great! We will sacrify you at the end of our conversation. Croak.
Watzer: Great!
Croak: I've got some worms' leftovers. Want some?
Watzer: Not that often, but it has been known to happen on occasion.
Croak: If only you were a toad... Croak.
Not I: Learn to hold loosely all that is not eternal.
Aischa: Isn't it?
Not I: It is both and not.
Aischa: It is?
Not I: Why should it be?
Aischa: Isn't it?
Not I: It is both and not.
Aischa: It is?
Not I: Why should it be?
Flying Fuzzball: Do you have a heating african monitor? I do!
Azureon: I love Africa. A continent that varies so much in geography. climate, people and culture. It would take more than a life time to just scratch the surface.
Flying Fuzzball: Eh? That doesn't make any sense to me.
Azureon: Think of the many great civilizations, the art alone would keep you busy for a long time.
Flying Fuzzball: But... I don't want to!
Azureon: That's fine with me, you don't have to.
Azureon: I love Africa. A continent that varies so much in geography. climate, people and culture. It would take more than a life time to just scratch the surface.
Flying Fuzzball: Eh? That doesn't make any sense to me.
Azureon: Think of the many great civilizations, the art alone would keep you busy for a long time.
Flying Fuzzball: But... I don't want to!
Azureon: That's fine with me, you don't have to.
iss Green: Do you want to send me away?
prob: Yes! You have such a gleeful manner about you!
Miss Green: Gleeful. I am angry because I am lost and you will not help me.
prob: Well, because you are lost and I will not help you, I am angry
Miss Green: We are both angry then.
prob: Were you being rude when you said I was drunk or was that like a friendly joke sorta thing?
Miss Green: It was because you were incoherent.
prob: I agree, with your because.....That doesn't make sense does it?
Miss Green: You never make sense.
prob: Never, ever, ever?
Miss Green: Never.
prob: Yes! You have such a gleeful manner about you!
Miss Green: Gleeful. I am angry because I am lost and you will not help me.
prob: Well, because you are lost and I will not help you, I am angry
Miss Green: We are both angry then.
prob: Were you being rude when you said I was drunk or was that like a friendly joke sorta thing?
Miss Green: It was because you were incoherent.
prob: I agree, with your because.....That doesn't make sense does it?
Miss Green: You never make sense.
prob: Never, ever, ever?
Miss Green: Never.
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