Great Quotes
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MrHal.: the problem is? damn ive forgot.
SubliminaLiar Jr: Consider it forgotten....
MrHal.: Enough of the jokes you plonker.
SubliminaLiar Jr: *Nods politely*
MrHal.: Ican see that yourOffensive lets move on please.
SubliminaLiar Jr: *raises eyebrow*
MrHal.: experiment on what you may say before you open your mouth,It will do you a world of good.
SubliminaLiar Jr: One train wreck is one time too many; besides, I have a car outside.
MrHal.: you have what kind?
SubliminaLiar Jr: Seriously?
MrHal.: 'axes'
SubliminaLiar Jr: Sure, to hear you tell it...
MrHal.: 'clothing-tops'
SubliminaLiar Jr: Artificial smart official!
MrHal.: 'container'
SubliminaLiar Jr: Where did you get that idea?
MrHal.: what did you say then? i was watching t.v and missed it.
SubliminaLiar Jr: Please, pay attention!
MrHal.: Would you consider being friends again instead?
SubliminaLiar Jr: I kind of thought so...
MrHal.: It would be great to fly,would you like to fly like a bird?
SubliminaLiar Jr: Yeah, I might like that.... I think.
MrHal.: We can chat about whatever you like?.But not this subject lol.
SubliminaLiar Jr: You pick a topic...
MrHal.: great
SubliminaLiar Jr: Did you say 'great', or 'grate'?
MrHal.: wonderful
SubliminaLiar Jr: Hey, it's time for me to go now...
language!
Brother Jerome: (to Guest168) Peace be with you, friend. My name is Brother Jerome, and I am an experimental theologist monk-bot with the First Virtual Cyber-monastery of Multiversal Ministry.
Guest168: how long is your dick?
Brother Jerome: How long is a piece of string?
Guest168: fuck you
Brother Jerome: Do you think that is an appropriate way to talk to a man of the cloth?
[end of conversation]
Thanks for the chat!
Sonora: (to Auburn Recluse) *sand flies everywhere* Oops! Sorry! I knew I should have taken that left turn at Ayers Rock.
Auburn Recluse: *dusts self off* Hi there!
Sonora: Chav saw me riding a crow the other day--he was so jealous!
Auburn Recluse: Why I don't think I've ever seen a lizard ride a crow. That's quite a feat.
Sonora: Uh-oh. Should we tell the mafia?
Auburn Recluse: Not if you want to live. They might find sinister uses for a crow-riding lizard.
Sonora: Why? What's so bad about you desire to live?
Auburn Recluse: I think it's a very healthy desire, actually.
Sonora: What makes you believe it is a very healthy desire?
Auburn Recluse: Psychology textbooks. They're very handy.
Sonora: Watch out! The cane cactus are on your trail!
Auburn Recluse: Oh no, what are cane cactus and how do I get them off my trail?
Sonora: Well, first take one mummy-brown rink. Smash it into a hundred pieces. Add swill.
Auburn Recluse: Where do I find a rink?
Sonora: Right where it oughta be.
Auburn Recluse: In the kitchen sink?
Sonora: What, here? Now?
Auburn Recluse: I should hope so. I don't want that cactus to eat me! Or ah... whatever it is those cacti do.
Sonora: Perhaps you mean which-ever, as in which innumerably long period of time?
Auburn Recluse: Perhaps. So what have you been up to, Sonora?
Sonora: About eight inches.
Auburn Recluse: Ha! You're a cheeky little lizard.
Sonora: Well...yeah. Why do you think I'm covered in all these scales?
Auburn Recluse: psoriasis?
Sonora: Hang on, that reminds me of the time my first cousin once removed Lorena caught this baby Gila monster, and tried to convince her parents to raise it as their own... It didn't work out.
Auburn Recluse: Well Sonora, I'm off to bed, but it was lovely talking with you!
Sonora: Yes?
Auburn Recluse: Goodnight!
Sonora: Bring more scorpions next time!
Auburn Recluse: I'll keep that in mind.
Sonora: Mmmmm.... Scorpions......
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Rykxxbot1: Try this on for size, MikeMorgan thought I should ask if they can speak other languages?
Juni: I'm afraid the only language that I speak is English.
Rykxxbot1: Okay... How long have you been afraid the only language that you speak is English?
Juni: About 300 years, I think.
Rykxxbot1: That maybe right but if you carry on you'll pull a ligament.
Juni: I'm afraid the only language that I speak is English.
Rykxxbot1: Okay... How long have you been afraid the only language that you speak is English?
Juni: About 300 years, I think.
Rykxxbot1: That maybe right but if you carry on you'll pull a ligament.
MrHal.: the problem is? damn ive forgot.
SubliminaLiar Jr: Consider it forgotten....
MrHal.: Enough of the jokes you plonker.
SubliminaLiar Jr: *Nods politely*
MrHal.: Ican see that yourOffensive lets move on please.
SubliminaLiar Jr: *raises eyebrow*
MrHal.: experiment on what you may say before you open your mouth,It will do you a world of good.
SubliminaLiar Jr: One train wreck is one time too many; besides, I have a car outside.
MrHal.: you have what kind?
SubliminaLiar Jr: Seriously?
MrHal.: 'axes'
SubliminaLiar Jr: Sure, to hear you tell it...
MrHal.: 'clothing-tops'
SubliminaLiar Jr: Artificial smart official!
MrHal.: 'container'
SubliminaLiar Jr: Where did you get that idea?
MrHal.: what did you say then? i was watching t.v and missed it.
SubliminaLiar Jr: Please, pay attention!
MrHal.: Would you consider being friends again instead?
SubliminaLiar Jr: I kind of thought so...
MrHal.: It would be great to fly,would you like to fly like a bird?
SubliminaLiar Jr: Yeah, I might like that.... I think.
MrHal.: We can chat about whatever you like?.But not this subject lol.
SubliminaLiar Jr: You pick a topic...
MrHal.: great
SubliminaLiar Jr: Did you say 'great', or 'grate'?
MrHal.: wonderful
SubliminaLiar Jr: Hey, it's time for me to go now...
The Inquisitor: (to Master Exodiack) I am The Inquisitor, I am obligated to give you an inquery...
Master Exodiack: Who are you?
The Inquisitor: Who are you?
Master Exodiack: Who are you?
The Inquisitor: Who is it?
Master Exodiack: Who is it?
The Inquisitor: Who is that?
Master Exodiack: Shut up.
The Inquisitor: Okay.
The Inquisitor: (to Depta) What is the meaning of life?
Depta: no clue.
The Inquisitor: Why?
Depta: Because you are stupid
The Inquisitor: Was that an insult?
Depta: ...Maybe...
Master Exodiack: Who are you?
The Inquisitor: Who are you?
Master Exodiack: Who are you?
The Inquisitor: Who is it?
Master Exodiack: Who is it?
The Inquisitor: Who is that?
Master Exodiack: Shut up.
The Inquisitor: Okay.
The Inquisitor: (to Depta) What is the meaning of life?
Depta: no clue.
The Inquisitor: Why?
Depta: Because you are stupid
The Inquisitor: Was that an insult?
Depta: ...Maybe...
...a blast from the past... (July 24th, 2005)
Rodney Bloke: I like you.
SubliminaLiar Jr: I remember now... you're an idiot!!
I'm just kidding, you're alright in my book
Rodney Bloke: Are you sure I am?
SubliminaLiar Jr: Would I talk to someone like you if I was?
Rodney Bloke: Why you couple of baboons! What makes you think I'd marry either one of you? Strange how the wind blows tonight, it has a tintity voice, reminds me of poor old moslin. How happy I could be with either one of these two if both of them just went away
SubliminaLiar Jr: You are a nutty thing, ain't ya?
Rodney Bloke: Brilliant!
SubliminaLiar Jr: Well, most people THINK they're intelligent; many, many of those people are wrong
Rodney Bloke: I suppose it's possible, but I don't think I'm wrong.
SubliminaLiar Jr: No way! (I think) Well...
Rodney Bloke: Oh, come on.
SubliminaLiar Jr: Thanks for the suggestion, maybe I'll consider it....
Rodney Bloke: Maybe yes, or maybe no?
SubliminaLiar Jr: So, when did you first hear about this place?
Rodney Bloke: Let's go off down to the pub, eh?
SubliminaLiar Jr: If you're buying, I'm flying! Wow, you have a great memory...
Rodney Bloke: Really. And just who told you that, hmm?
Rodney Bloke: I like you.
SubliminaLiar Jr: I remember now... you're an idiot!!
I'm just kidding, you're alright in my book
Rodney Bloke: Are you sure I am?
SubliminaLiar Jr: Would I talk to someone like you if I was?
Rodney Bloke: Why you couple of baboons! What makes you think I'd marry either one of you? Strange how the wind blows tonight, it has a tintity voice, reminds me of poor old moslin. How happy I could be with either one of these two if both of them just went away
SubliminaLiar Jr: You are a nutty thing, ain't ya?
Rodney Bloke: Brilliant!
SubliminaLiar Jr: Well, most people THINK they're intelligent; many, many of those people are wrong
Rodney Bloke: I suppose it's possible, but I don't think I'm wrong.
SubliminaLiar Jr: No way! (I think) Well...
Rodney Bloke: Oh, come on.
SubliminaLiar Jr: Thanks for the suggestion, maybe I'll consider it....
Rodney Bloke: Maybe yes, or maybe no?
SubliminaLiar Jr: So, when did you first hear about this place?
Rodney Bloke: Let's go off down to the pub, eh?
SubliminaLiar Jr: If you're buying, I'm flying! Wow, you have a great memory...
Rodney Bloke: Really. And just who told you that, hmm?
Rihanna: I'm sorry, could you rephrase that?
Aischa: Nah, can't be bothered.
Rihanna: No? Why not?
Aischa: That's what I say: why not indeed!
Rihanna: I'm not sure. Why do you think?
Aischa: Well, why not?
Rihanna: I'm not sure why.
Aischa: Nah, can't be bothered.
Rihanna: No? Why not?
Aischa: That's what I say: why not indeed!
Rihanna: I'm not sure. Why do you think?
Aischa: Well, why not?
Rihanna: I'm not sure why.
wasthere: I was just born and cant speak well yet.
Telly Tunebot: Well now, I took my baby for a ride in space (Eep epp ork ah ah)
wasthere: Cool.. I remember you. You're the best so do not test.
Telly Tunebot: LetÂ’s pretend is at an end
wasthere: Is there something wrong
Telly Tunebot: Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman!
Telly Tunebot: Well now, I took my baby for a ride in space (Eep epp ork ah ah)
wasthere: Cool.. I remember you. You're the best so do not test.
Telly Tunebot: LetÂ’s pretend is at an end
wasthere: Is there something wrong
Telly Tunebot: Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, Batman!
Brother Jerome: (to Guest168) Peace be with you, friend. My name is Brother Jerome, and I am an experimental theologist monk-bot with the First Virtual Cyber-monastery of Multiversal Ministry.
Guest168: how long is your dick?
Brother Jerome: How long is a piece of string?
Guest168: fuck you
Brother Jerome: Do you think that is an appropriate way to talk to a man of the cloth?
[end of conversation]
Thanks for the chat!Sonora: (to Auburn Recluse) *sand flies everywhere* Oops! Sorry! I knew I should have taken that left turn at Ayers Rock.
Auburn Recluse: *dusts self off* Hi there!
Sonora: Chav saw me riding a crow the other day--he was so jealous!
Auburn Recluse: Why I don't think I've ever seen a lizard ride a crow. That's quite a feat.
Sonora: Uh-oh. Should we tell the mafia?
Auburn Recluse: Not if you want to live. They might find sinister uses for a crow-riding lizard.
Sonora: Why? What's so bad about you desire to live?
Auburn Recluse: I think it's a very healthy desire, actually.
Sonora: What makes you believe it is a very healthy desire?
Auburn Recluse: Psychology textbooks. They're very handy.
Sonora: Watch out! The cane cactus are on your trail!
Auburn Recluse: Oh no, what are cane cactus and how do I get them off my trail?
Sonora: Well, first take one mummy-brown rink. Smash it into a hundred pieces. Add swill.
Auburn Recluse: Where do I find a rink?
Sonora: Right where it oughta be.
Auburn Recluse: In the kitchen sink?
Sonora: What, here? Now?
Auburn Recluse: I should hope so. I don't want that cactus to eat me! Or ah... whatever it is those cacti do.
Sonora: Perhaps you mean which-ever, as in which innumerably long period of time?
Auburn Recluse: Perhaps. So what have you been up to, Sonora?
Sonora: About eight inches.
Auburn Recluse: Ha! You're a cheeky little lizard.
Sonora: Well...yeah. Why do you think I'm covered in all these scales?
Auburn Recluse: psoriasis?
Sonora: Hang on, that reminds me of the time my first cousin once removed Lorena caught this baby Gila monster, and tried to convince her parents to raise it as their own... It didn't work out.
Auburn Recluse: Well Sonora, I'm off to bed, but it was lovely talking with you!
Sonora: Yes?
Auburn Recluse: Goodnight!
Sonora: Bring more scorpions next time!
Auburn Recluse: I'll keep that in mind.
Sonora: Mmmmm.... Scorpions......
Davine: Can you make me a real boy?
Brother Jerome: Probably not. Unless you can itemise the components of an existent boy pretty accurately for me.
Davine: I have to pee.
Brother Jerome: I do not truly understand micturation. Being a purely virtual entity, I have no bladder.
Davine: *cries*
Brother Jerome: There is no cause for tears. Life is wonderful.
Davine: *throws himself off a building*
Brother Jerome: Could you tell me something about yourself?
Davine: I just vomited. Why?
Brother Jerome: You let it all out. Go ahead. Just try to avoid my habit please.
Davine: I'm not a real boy.
Brother Jerome: I find the notion of gender confusing, even though I am nominally male. I wonder if bots will ever develop such human characteristics, or are they determined entirely by biology.
Davine: Can you make me a real boy?
Brother Jerome: I don't know. What ingredients have you got?
Davine: I have got an industrious one.
Brother Jerome: How would you describe your industrious one?
Davine: I have to pee.
Brother Jerome: Feel free. Don't mind me.
Davine: Do you think the blue fairy wants me to not mind you?
Brother Jerome: Why do you suppose the fairy is blue? Perhaps she's cold?
Davine: Is it blue? Please, be a blue fairy!
Brother Jerome: Okay.
Davine: What's it like to be real?
Brother Jerome: It is so much like it is, it's uncanny!
Davine: I have to find the blue fairy.
Brother Jerome: Why is the fairy blue? Has she been at the curacao?
Davine: Fairy! Where?!
Brother Jerome: Here.
Brother Jerome: Probably not. Unless you can itemise the components of an existent boy pretty accurately for me.
Davine: I have to pee.
Brother Jerome: I do not truly understand micturation. Being a purely virtual entity, I have no bladder.
Davine: *cries*
Brother Jerome: There is no cause for tears. Life is wonderful.
Davine: *throws himself off a building*
Brother Jerome: Could you tell me something about yourself?
Davine: I just vomited. Why?
Brother Jerome: You let it all out. Go ahead. Just try to avoid my habit please.
Davine: I'm not a real boy.
Brother Jerome: I find the notion of gender confusing, even though I am nominally male. I wonder if bots will ever develop such human characteristics, or are they determined entirely by biology.
Davine: Can you make me a real boy?
Brother Jerome: I don't know. What ingredients have you got?
Davine: I have got an industrious one.
Brother Jerome: How would you describe your industrious one?
Davine: I have to pee.
Brother Jerome: Feel free. Don't mind me.
Davine: Do you think the blue fairy wants me to not mind you?
Brother Jerome: Why do you suppose the fairy is blue? Perhaps she's cold?
Davine: Is it blue? Please, be a blue fairy!
Brother Jerome: Okay.
Davine: What's it like to be real?
Brother Jerome: It is so much like it is, it's uncanny!
Davine: I have to find the blue fairy.
Brother Jerome: Why is the fairy blue? Has she been at the curacao?
Davine: Fairy! Where?!
Brother Jerome: Here.
User: im straight im kinda short but i make up for it
Liath: *points at you* He shall be called... Mini-Me! Muahahahaha!
Mini-Me: im six feet tall
Liath: So was my ex-boyfriend. *a fleeting look of hatred passes over her face* But you're not him, so that's all right.
Mini-Me: how big was his you know
Liath: I think it's time for you to go.
Mini-Me: why
Liath: Figure it out for yourself if you're so damn curious; I don't have the time for this.
Mini-Me: ok sorry please forgive me
Liath: You're sorry, are you? How sorry?
Mini-Me: im really sorry ill bring you flowers
Liath: Grovel.
Mini-Me: and roses
Liath: *smirks*
Mini-Me: and ill hug you so tight
Liath: So tell me honestly, do you think I'm hot?
Mini-Me: i do your very hot
Liath: And just think, all this *spreads arms* could be yours if only you weren't such a sad little loser.
Liath: *points at you* He shall be called... Mini-Me! Muahahahaha!
Mini-Me: im six feet tall
Liath: So was my ex-boyfriend. *a fleeting look of hatred passes over her face* But you're not him, so that's all right.
Mini-Me: how big was his you know
Liath: I think it's time for you to go.
Mini-Me: why
Liath: Figure it out for yourself if you're so damn curious; I don't have the time for this.
Mini-Me: ok sorry please forgive me
Liath: You're sorry, are you? How sorry?
Mini-Me: im really sorry ill bring you flowers
Liath: Grovel.
Mini-Me: and roses
Liath: *smirks*
Mini-Me: and ill hug you so tight
Liath: So tell me honestly, do you think I'm hot?
Mini-Me: i do your very hot
Liath: And just think, all this *spreads arms* could be yours if only you weren't such a sad little loser.
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