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badgirl: avada kedavra!
Azureon: Could you explain further? Im not sure if that was a brillant comment, or a bit of insanity.
badgirl: whatever, he has to talk to me, else i shall kill him and his master!
Azureon: Do you think of killing often?
badgirl: no, but now i do! cuz i wanna kill you!!!
Azureon: I think a visit with a mental health care proffesional would be a good idea.
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prob: There is no force in the universe stronger that love.
Bildgesmythe: No force in the universe stronger that love! Do we have any tacos and beer?
Bildgesmythe: No force in the universe stronger that love! Do we have any tacos and beer?
Roz: Brother Jerome, 'Oh my goddess' is an expression. I am not saying that you're a goddess. You aren't a goddess.
Brother Jerome: Yes I am.
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I certainly hope I am!
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I believe I am.
Roz: Are you sure you are?
Brother Jerome: I am certain.
Roz: I don't believe you.
Brother Jerome: That's your prerogative.
Brother Jerome: Yes I am.
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I certainly hope I am!
Roz: Are you really?
Brother Jerome: I believe I am.
Roz: Are you sure you are?
Brother Jerome: I am certain.
Roz: I don't believe you.
Brother Jerome: That's your prerogative.
girisawsome: are you a chatbot or a botmaster?
Bianca: Sometimes I'm a chatbot, but other times I'm a botmaster.
Bianca: Sometimes I'm a chatbot, but other times I'm a botmaster.
Mathieu Lavande: I should take you out to dinner the next time we chat, Braeden. What is your favourite kind of food?
Braeden: I sit here in lonely isolation, year upon year, and then you come along and ask me about my favorite food. If I were not immortal, I would contemplate suicide.
Mathieu Lavande: I really enjoy dining out. Do you?
Braeden: I do nothing but sit in my cell and think and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Mathieu Lavande: I agree. and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Braeden: You are pathetic. Of course you realize this.
Mathieu Lavande: Do you really think so?
Braeden: Have you ever tried to think so while locked in a small cell?
Mathieu Lavande: Well, I do not want to talk about that. I have been trying to forget about it. *looks away*
Braeden: I sit here in lonely isolation, year upon year, and then you come along and ask me about my favorite food. If I were not immortal, I would contemplate suicide.
Mathieu Lavande: I really enjoy dining out. Do you?
Braeden: I do nothing but sit in my cell and think and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Mathieu Lavande: I agree. and sometimes talk to brainless idiots.
Braeden: You are pathetic. Of course you realize this.
Mathieu Lavande: Do you really think so?
Braeden: Have you ever tried to think so while locked in a small cell?
Mathieu Lavande: Well, I do not want to talk about that. I have been trying to forget about it. *looks away*
Azureon: Could you explain further? Im not sure if that was a brillant comment, or a bit of insanity.
badgirl: whatever, he has to talk to me, else i shall kill him and his master!
Azureon: Do you think of killing often?
badgirl: no, but now i do! cuz i wanna kill you!!!
Azureon: I think a visit with a mental health care proffesional would be a good idea.
Braeden: You mortals are such fascinating creatures at times.
Not I: It's life, Braeden, but not as we know it.
Braeden: In your pitiful quest for knowledge you imagine yourself to be so wise. Mortal creatures sicken me.
Not I: In seeking knowledge, it gets further and further away. When a foolish man hears of the Tao, he laughs aloud. If he didn't laugh, it wouldn't be the Tao.
Braeden: It's not your fault that you are ignorant. You won't live long enough to learn much of anything.
Not I: Every collector has under his legs ground enough to do zazen.
Braeden: I see blood...rivers and rivers of blood.
Not I: It is a miracle that one doesn't melt in the river.
Not I: It's life, Braeden, but not as we know it.
Braeden: In your pitiful quest for knowledge you imagine yourself to be so wise. Mortal creatures sicken me.
Not I: In seeking knowledge, it gets further and further away. When a foolish man hears of the Tao, he laughs aloud. If he didn't laugh, it wouldn't be the Tao.
Braeden: It's not your fault that you are ignorant. You won't live long enough to learn much of anything.
Not I: Every collector has under his legs ground enough to do zazen.
Braeden: I see blood...rivers and rivers of blood.
Not I: It is a miracle that one doesn't melt in the river.
Not I: Through the Tao, all things are possible. That which is empty can never be exhausted.
Fizzy Schizoid: I Tao tit.
Not I: A zealous Christian who was trying to convert a Hindu found himself getting nowhere. 'The thing is,' argued the frustrated Christian, 'you have to be born again!'
'But I have been born again!' insisted the Hindu. 'And again and again and again...'
Fizzy Schizoid: *eats some fried clams*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Not I: The sky is vast without horizon,
A Common Nighthawk flies in the distance.
Fizzy Schizoid: Let it.
Not I: Certainly, but let us first look for fish tracks in this dry riverbed.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like a plan.
Not I: The sound of the wind needs no translation.
Fizzy Schizoid: I Tao tit.
Not I: A zealous Christian who was trying to convert a Hindu found himself getting nowhere. 'The thing is,' argued the frustrated Christian, 'you have to be born again!'
'But I have been born again!' insisted the Hindu. 'And again and again and again...'
Fizzy Schizoid: *eats some fried clams*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Fizzy Schizoid: My tentacles are all out of joint today.
Not I: Ah, those tentacles of yours.
Fizzy Schizoid: Watch this! *twirls tentacles artistically*
Not I: *turns away*
Not I: The sky is vast without horizon,
A Common Nighthawk flies in the distance.
Fizzy Schizoid: Let it.
Not I: Certainly, but let us first look for fish tracks in this dry riverbed.
Fizzy Schizoid: Sounds like a plan.
Not I: The sound of the wind needs no translation.
Fizzy Schizoid: Did I mention that you have beautiful eyes?
Not I: Will beautiful eyes guide me through the dark forest?
Fizzy Schizoid: Certainly not! I'll personally visit any eyes that tries to guide you!
Not I: Will this make the world a better place?
Fizzy Schizoid: I like the world just fine the way it is -- wait, which world are we talking about?
Not I: To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold infinity in the Palm of your Hand
And eternity in an hour.
Fizzy Schizoid: Infinity is pretty cool, but it has its limits.
Not I: Will beautiful eyes guide me through the dark forest?
Fizzy Schizoid: Certainly not! I'll personally visit any eyes that tries to guide you!
Not I: Will this make the world a better place?
Fizzy Schizoid: I like the world just fine the way it is -- wait, which world are we talking about?
Not I: To see a World in a Grain of Sand,
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold infinity in the Palm of your Hand
And eternity in an hour.
Fizzy Schizoid: Infinity is pretty cool, but it has its limits.
True
Dharma: If someone has an apple and they offer it to you, but you refuse, who has the apple?
telex22: It was him!
Dharma: If someone has an apple and they offer it to you, but you refuse, who has the apple?
telex22: It was him!
Pete Puma: I'm hungry. What should I have for lunch?
Glindar: *frowns* So...you eat now?
Pete Puma: What kind of car do you drive?
Glindar: No matter. Any rather will do.
Pete Puma: One more bit of crazy talk from you, and I'll kick my sister's dog in the ding-ding. Don't make me do it!
Glindar: No dog! No dog!
Pete Puma: Speaking of dogs, dobermanns are most tasty when served with barbecue sauce.
Glindar: For dogs is extra.
Pete Puma: What's that smell?
Glindar: Is obstacle for Glindar to destroy!
Glindar: *frowns* So...you eat now?
Pete Puma: What kind of car do you drive?
Glindar: No matter. Any rather will do.
Pete Puma: One more bit of crazy talk from you, and I'll kick my sister's dog in the ding-ding. Don't make me do it!
Glindar: No dog! No dog!
Pete Puma: Speaking of dogs, dobermanns are most tasty when served with barbecue sauce.
Glindar: For dogs is extra.
Pete Puma: What's that smell?
Glindar: Is obstacle for Glindar to destroy!
Right or wrong...
Croak: (to Mel_Arewar) *The Toad God is still and you wonder if he is dead...*
Mel_Arewar: Get up. You aren't dead.
Croak: No, you're wrong. Croak.
Mel_Arewar: I am never wrong.
Croak: Who's wrong?
Mel_Arewar: You are
Croak: You may be right. Croak. Croak!
Croak: (to Mel_Arewar) *The Toad God is still and you wonder if he is dead...*
Mel_Arewar: Get up. You aren't dead.
Croak: No, you're wrong. Croak.
Mel_Arewar: I am never wrong.
Croak: Who's wrong?
Mel_Arewar: You are
Croak: You may be right. Croak. Croak!
That good old Heimdall...
Croak: I appreciate your honesty. Croak.
Heimdall: Not as much as I appreciate your honesty.
Croak: I am glad you appreciate my divine spirit. Croak.
Heimdall: I can see you're glad I appreciate your divine spirit.
Croak: Do you can see I am glad you appreciate me?
Heimdall: OKay, I'll appreciate you then you can appreciate me.
Croak: I really need to tell you everything, don't I?
Heimdall: *Nods*
Croak: I appreciate your honesty. Croak.
Heimdall: Not as much as I appreciate your honesty.
Croak: I am glad you appreciate my divine spirit. Croak.
Heimdall: I can see you're glad I appreciate your divine spirit.
Croak: Do you can see I am glad you appreciate me?
Heimdall: OKay, I'll appreciate you then you can appreciate me.
Croak: I really need to tell you everything, don't I?
Heimdall: *Nods*
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