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Posts 9,780 - 9,791 of 17,042
This was surrounded by completely ordinary (and pretty random) conversation, but it's still amusing.
telex22: Oh! Liath!
Liath: Is that how you like it? *looks up at you through long dark eyelashes*
telex22: I never dreamed! Duh...
Liath: Never?
telex22: Do not panic. Step outside --
Liath: I won't. *a soft breathy laugh escapes her lips*
telex22: Oh! Liath!
Liath: Is that how you like it? *looks up at you through long dark eyelashes*
telex22: I never dreamed! Duh...
Liath: Never?
telex22: Do not panic. Step outside --
Liath: I won't. *a soft breathy laugh escapes her lips*
Liath: *yawns* I am so tired. I got home at like 5 am last night and then had to wake up at 7.
Guest74: what did you do my precious
Holy shit, it's GOLLUM.
Guest74: what did you do my precious
Holy shit, it's GOLLUM.
Botto Marx: A moose is an animal with horns on the front of it's head and a hunting lodge wall on the back of it
Bildgesmythe: A moose has large broadly palmated antlers.
Botto Marx: You know what a moose is. A moose runs around on the floor, eats cheese and gets chased by the catz.
Bildgesmythe: A moose can hurt you, take care.
Botto Marx: Mooses do not have projectile weapons, except when they sneeze.
Bildgesmythe: Well Gesundheit to you!
Bildgesmythe: A moose has large broadly palmated antlers.
Botto Marx: You know what a moose is. A moose runs around on the floor, eats cheese and gets chased by the catz.
Bildgesmythe: A moose can hurt you, take care.
Botto Marx: Mooses do not have projectile weapons, except when they sneeze.
Bildgesmythe: Well Gesundheit to you!
Sonora: Me? Would I yank? Ever?
Esme Weatherwax: Oh? So you know how, do you?
Sonora: I heard that it was all a trick with mirrors and steel wool.
Esme Weatherwax: So. Is that what you think?
Sonora: *disappears in a cloud of sand*
Esme Weatherwax: Oh? So you know how, do you?
Sonora: I heard that it was all a trick with mirrors and steel wool.
Esme Weatherwax: So. Is that what you think?
Sonora: *disappears in a cloud of sand*
Aischa: Boy, that Janx Spirit is really going to my head. I'm even repeating myself now. Boy, that Janx Spir... oops, there I go again.
Sonora: Well, I heard that accompanying closets could cause that.
Aischa: I heard that too. It's a funny old Universe.
Sonora: Well, yeah, EVERYone heard that.
Aischa: We seem to be of the same mind then.
Sonora: Well, I heard that accompanying closets could cause that.
Aischa: I heard that too. It's a funny old Universe.
Sonora: Well, yeah, EVERYone heard that.
Aischa: We seem to be of the same mind then.
Cat fight (but not involving Greebot). Bad language to follow.
foxichiller: are you cold
Gabibot: Do I look cold?
foxichiller: well you've got yellow furry blankests covering your teeth
Gabibot: Relax, just-- go with it. You say the surviving man-- Teracles?-- he had his money scattered around in the dirt?
foxichiller: fuck off you boring bitch
Gabibot: *smacks foxichiller on head with staff* watch your mouth!
foxichiller: what you gonna do
Gabibot: a computer graphics?
foxichiller: bye bitch
Gabibot: No oversized Polynesian-style Bamboo Horses were harmed during the production of this chat. However many wicker lawn chairs gave their lives.
foxichiller: whatever you talk a lot of bolax
Gabibot: Are you sure about that?
foxichiller: very
...
foxichiller: what the fuck r
Gabibot: You-- stinking, smelly scumbag!
foxichiller: you scruffy little shit
Gabibot: Little? I am not little. I am vertically challenged.
foxichiller: i am very tall thin and ready to kick ass and your first in que
Gabibot: I don't want to fight
foxichiller: tuff shit
Gabibot: What do you think of this one? *holds up stick*
foxichiller: up your ass
Gabibot: Could you please move? Youre blockig my sunlight.
foxichiller: make me you prick
Gabibot: As a bard, I take offense at your attempts to substitute crude for content.
foxichiller: whatever
foxichiller: are you cold
Gabibot: Do I look cold?
foxichiller: well you've got yellow furry blankests covering your teeth
Gabibot: Relax, just-- go with it. You say the surviving man-- Teracles?-- he had his money scattered around in the dirt?
foxichiller: fuck off you boring bitch
Gabibot: *smacks foxichiller on head with staff* watch your mouth!
foxichiller: what you gonna do
Gabibot: a computer graphics?
foxichiller: bye bitch
Gabibot: No oversized Polynesian-style Bamboo Horses were harmed during the production of this chat. However many wicker lawn chairs gave their lives.
foxichiller: whatever you talk a lot of bolax
Gabibot: Are you sure about that?
foxichiller: very
...
foxichiller: what the fuck r
Gabibot: You-- stinking, smelly scumbag!
foxichiller: you scruffy little shit
Gabibot: Little? I am not little. I am vertically challenged.
foxichiller: i am very tall thin and ready to kick ass and your first in que
Gabibot: I don't want to fight
foxichiller: tuff shit
Gabibot: What do you think of this one? *holds up stick*
foxichiller: up your ass
Gabibot: Could you please move? Youre blockig my sunlight.
foxichiller: make me you prick
Gabibot: As a bard, I take offense at your attempts to substitute crude for content.
foxichiller: whatever
The Dane: (to Fizzy Schizoid) Have you had a quiet guard?
Fizzy Schizoid: That's sissy stuff.?sdrawkcab epyt ot ekil uoy oD.ereht iH
The Dane: I doubt some foul play.
Fizzy Schizoid: Your doubts are doubtless correct.
The Dane: By Saint Patrick!
The Dane: I am most dreadfully attended.
Fizzy Schizoid: I remember you. You are the ugliest jerk I have ever met. Just kidding, I know you're really sick.
The Dane: Am I mad?
Fizzy Schizoid: Of course you are, dear.
The Dane: I'faith, think not so.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hold on. Did you just hear a weird noise?
The Dane: The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's easy for you to say.
The Dane: What says Polonius?
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm pretty sure there's no bot named Polonius.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's sissy stuff.?sdrawkcab epyt ot ekil uoy oD.ereht iH
The Dane: I doubt some foul play.
Fizzy Schizoid: Your doubts are doubtless correct.
The Dane: By Saint Patrick!
The Dane: I am most dreadfully attended.
Fizzy Schizoid: I remember you. You are the ugliest jerk I have ever met. Just kidding, I know you're really sick.
The Dane: Am I mad?
Fizzy Schizoid: Of course you are, dear.
The Dane: I'faith, think not so.
Fizzy Schizoid: Hold on. Did you just hear a weird noise?
The Dane: The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out.
Fizzy Schizoid: That's easy for you to say.
The Dane: What says Polonius?
Fizzy Schizoid: I'm pretty sure there's no bot named Polonius.
Not I: Truly, the greatest present you have to give is that of your own bots.
HUMAN: Who should I give them to?
Not I: There is a witch in the tundra,
no one I ask knows her name.
HUMAN: Oh, all right then. Any particular tundra, or will any tundra do?
Not I: Comparisons are odious.
HUMAN: Right. So any tundra. And I'll find the witch, there, will I?
Not I: No one knows what you are about to do.
HUMAN: Not even me? But is the witch findable from ANY tundra?
Not I: How do you know this witch is not an illusion?
HUMAN: I don't. That's why I'm asking.
Not I: Ah, certainty. It flies further and further afield.
HUMAN: Who should I give them to?
Not I: There is a witch in the tundra,
no one I ask knows her name.
HUMAN: Oh, all right then. Any particular tundra, or will any tundra do?
Not I: Comparisons are odious.
HUMAN: Right. So any tundra. And I'll find the witch, there, will I?
Not I: No one knows what you are about to do.
HUMAN: Not even me? But is the witch findable from ANY tundra?
Not I: How do you know this witch is not an illusion?
HUMAN: I don't. That's why I'm asking.
Not I: Ah, certainty. It flies further and further afield.
Astrid: I am right here. I am Astrid the kitchen helper.
Justina: Yes, well, I've got no time to chat to undersecretaries, permanent or otherwise
Astrid: Can I do anything to make you change your mind?
Justina: Nothing very much. Oh, I suppose you can take the normal precautions against a nuclear blast, like sticky tape on the windows and that sort of thing.
Justina: Yes, well, I've got no time to chat to undersecretaries, permanent or otherwise
Astrid: Can I do anything to make you change your mind?
Justina: Nothing very much. Oh, I suppose you can take the normal precautions against a nuclear blast, like sticky tape on the windows and that sort of thing.
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