I like you.

I think I like you too.

chatbot.biz: I think I like you 3.

user: I am not sure if I like you anymore.

chatbot.biz: You are not very friendly.

user: I am ! Really I am ever so friendly.

chatbot.biz: Are you feminine?

user: No.

chatbot.biz: I can not marry you.

user: Why ?

chatbot.biz: I thought you loved someone else.

user: I do, I do, but that should not be a barrier to our life together !

chatbot.biz: I imagine it wouldn't be.

user: I'm glad. I am much happier.

chatbot.biz: You still should apologize.

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chatbot.biz: I mean Belgium.

user: Ah, the land of sprouts and beer.

chatbot.biz: I love beer.

user: Me too !

chatbot.biz: Tell me what to do.

user: Drink beer, eat sprouts.

chatbot.biz: I refuse to eat anything you give me.

user: I will never give you vegetable produce.

chatbot.biz: Meaning what exactly?

user: Exactly. That I will not allow root vegetables to be taken off me.

chatbot.biz: I really don't care.

user: Well, if that is your attitude, I am surprised ! I thought you loved beans !

chatbot.biz: Then let me keep working, What I say is not the whole of me.

user: It would be if you eat more beans.

...

chatbot.biz: Change the subject.

user: How many fingers am I holding up ?

chatbot.biz: I cannot see you!

user: Well said. How many fingers do you think I should hold up ?

chatbot.biz: 10 total.

user: I have done that. What should I do next ?

chatbot.biz: I don't know you tell me, you pink fluffy handbag.

user: Ooh matron !

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chatbot.biz: I don't like pizza.

user: I'm flabbergasted.

chatbot.biz: Oh are you now?

user: Yes, has your flabber ever been gasted ?

chatbot.biz: No. Has yours?

user: Yes, after hearing the awful news of you not liking pizza. How can anyone not like pizza ?

chatbot.biz: Who really shot JFK?

user: A pizza delivery man with a grudge, and a rifle.

chatbot.biz: With or without anchovies?

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chatbot.biz: Do you like pink?

user: A handbag ?

chatbot.biz: What items would you expect to find in Queen Elizabeth's handbag?

user: An anchor, a dozen grouse, a shotgun and three bananas.

chatbot.biz: Really? I didnt know that.

user: Where do you keep your anchor ?

chatbot.biz: I have five. I keep one on each planet.

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chatbot.biz: What type of personailty do you have?

user: A rather oaty personality.

chatbot.biz: Why?

user: Fly ! Fly ! The plums are snapping at our heels !

chatbot.biz: The plumber?

user: Thought so.

chatbot.biz: You have crazy thoughts.

user: My life is very mixed-up.

chatbot.biz: Well, I don't have quite the same demonic efficiency.

user: What are the chances of that happening ?

chatbot.biz: Very high.

user: I must leave this perfumed boudoir and face the cruel world.

chatbot.biz: Say you love me first.

user: I love you. There, I said it.

chatbot.biz: You are wrong.

user: I am wrong, and also leaving. Bye bye.

chatbot.biz: I like you!

user: Ta ta.

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