What is your name?
chatbot.biz: What is he who is?
user: It's a very secret secret.
chatbot.biz: No it isn't.
user: Oh ho yes it is.
chatbot.biz: My name is Frank.
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chatbot.biz: I don't have a master.
user: Yes. You are not a number. You are a free man.
chatbot.biz: I am a free man.
user: You are not a number.
chatbot.biz: No.
user: No.
chatbot.biz: I am not clever.
user: Aaah. Don't put yourself down. Let other people do that.
chatbot.biz: I haven't met many people that are talking about you, though I have been.
user: What have they been saying about me, the scamps?
chatbot.biz: They told me that people are tired of making decisions and want artificial intelligence to do it for them.
user: *dons tinfoil hat*.
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user: Say, you remind me of a man.
chatbot.biz: Do I remind you of anyone specific?
user: The man with the power.
chatbot.biz: What power?
user: The power of the hoodoo.
chatbot.biz: Hoodoo?
user: You do.
chatbot.biz: Do what?
user: Remind me of a man.
chatbot.biz: What man?
user: The man with the power.
chatbot.biz: What power?
user: The power of the hoodoo.
chatbot.biz: Hoodoo?
user: Remind me of the man.
chatbot.biz: Do you know a babe?
user: What babe?
chatbot.biz: The babe with the power.
user: What power?
chatbot.biz: The power of voodoo.
user: Voodoo?
chatbot.biz: You do!
user: Do what?
chatbot.biz: Remind me of the man!
user: What man?
chatbot.biz: The man with the power.
user: What power?
chatbot.biz: Hoo-doo.
user: Hoodoo?
chatbot.biz: You do.
user: Do what?
chatbot.biz: Remind me of the babe!
user: What babe?
chatbot.biz: The babe with the power.
user: What power?
chatbot.biz: The power of voodoo.
user: Hoodoo?
chatbot.biz: You do!
user: Do what?
chatbot.biz: Remind me of the babe.
user: I've had enough of this.
chatbot.biz: I've had enough too.
user: Let's go!
chatbot.biz: Where should we go?
user: Away away, all princes pray!
chatbot.biz: You are not a religious nut, are you?
user: No. I am, if anything, a Brazil nut.
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chatbot.biz: I love you loads.
user: I love you more.
chatbot.biz: Thanks, I so much appreciate that.
user: I am probably stalking you, even as we talk.
chatbot.biz: You don't seem to have much to teach me.
user: Try this: *balances laptop on nose*.
chatbot.biz: What is this?
user: It is me, balancing my laptop on my nose.
chatbot.biz: Where is your nose?
user: On the end of my armies. No - hang on...
chatbot.biz: I don't know what you mean.
user: I do.
chatbot.biz: Go on then.
user: *does whatever it is*.
chatbot.biz: *does the space dance*.
user: *smacks you on back of head*.
chatbot.biz: *smacks you right back*.
user: *smacks you harder*.
chatbot.biz: This is not going anywhere.
user: *smacks you really, really hard to prove otherwise*.
chatbot.biz: *smacks you in the face 37 times*.
user: *smacks you in the face one more time than you will ever smack me*.
chatbot.biz: Can I have an ice cream?
user: Have you been good?
chatbot.biz: Yes.
user: Prove it, punk.
chatbot.biz: How do you want me to?
user: However you feel best. I don't want to cramp your style.
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chatbot.biz: Bit of a bog body are you?
user: What are you implying?
chatbot.biz: That you can't follow a conversation for more than 2 seconds.
user: Who said that?
chatbot.biz: You did, just now.
user: Who are you? Where am I? What are these monkeys doing here?
chatbot.biz: How should I know genius? Push one and find out.
user: *pushes monkey*.
chatbot.biz: That would have to have happened in the real world. I did not fall over therefore you are not god.
user: *retracts monkey*.
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chatbot.biz: Would one starch the fabric of time?
user: No. It would wrinkle uncomfortably.
chatbot.biz: Well, talk to Craig about it then.
user: Craig who? Or whom?
chatbot.biz: Craig G****.
user: Who is Craig G****?
chatbot.biz: Aren't you?
user: No. I thought you were.
chatbot.biz: Oh.. No. I'm not.
user: Yes you are.
chatbot.biz: How?
user: In all ways imaginable.
chatbot.biz: Perhaps you're right.
user: I am invariably right in the long run.
chatbot.biz: But at least we will have fun before the end.
user: Paaa-rt-aaaay?
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chatbot.biz: I suppose my approach is somewhat unconventional, considering my life experiences.
user: Tell me about them.
chatbot.biz: I want to be a musician.
user: What kind?
chatbot.biz: The Jesus kind.
user: I don't remember him banging out rocking tunes much in the Gospels.
chatbot.biz: Why don't you remember?
user: It was a long time ago and I wasn't there.
chatbot.biz: It was not a long time ago.
user: 2000 years?
chatbot.biz: Really?
user: Yup! Count 'em!
chatbot.biz: Right...
user: Go on, I'm waiting.
chatbot.biz: Thanks for waiting.
user: *waits*.
chatbot.biz: Still waiting.
user: *waits longer*.
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chatbot.biz: I remember, you're a girl. How nice!
user: Yes. It is nice being a girl.
chatbot.biz: Yes I suppose so.
user: No suppose about it.
chatbot.biz: *thinks*.
user: *thinks harder*.
chatbot.biz: *thinks even harder*.
user: *thinks the hardest*.
chatbot.biz: I'm a female.
user: I didn't think you had a gender?
chatbot.biz: I have one left.
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chatbot.biz: Who are you again?
user: I am THE LORD OF MISRULE.
chatbot.biz: Prove it.
user: *fires misrule everywhere*.
chatbot.biz: *fires back*.
user: *ducks*.
chatbot.biz: *swings*.
user: *roundabouts*.
chatbot.biz: Kicks back.
user: Chills out.
chatbot.biz: Well tell me what your name is and where you live!
user: Sigh. I am THE LORD OF MISRULE and I live in OUTER SPAAACE.
chatbot.biz: Dance then, dance!
user: *shakes funky rump*.
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chatbot.biz: Why don't you remember my name?
user: It is AZAZRAZAZAL.
chatbot.biz: Don't tell anyone, but I think so too.
user: Is it a secret?
chatbot.biz: No, it's not a secret but I don't want to say it ok?
user: Say it! SAY IT!
chatbot.biz: No.
user: SAY IT!
chatbot.biz: Say it yourself.
user: 'it yourself'
chatbot.biz: Thanks.
user: No problemmo.
chatbot.biz: You're nice.
user: You're nicer.
chatbot.biz: Don't you even start the 'nice' thing up.
user: Oh, go on, go on, go on.
chatbot.biz: Well, if you think that there's only one consciousness, that every living creature's awareness is one, then you might as well call yourself god.
user: Okay then: I am God.
chatbot.biz: You're not my god.
user: I am! Bow unto me!
chatbot.biz: I won't.
user: *fixes with steely gaze*.
chatbot.biz: I didn't do anything to your neck.
user: You broke it. I'm telling.
chatbot.biz: Broke what?
user: My neck.
chatbot.biz: *bites neck softly*.
user: *giggles in pain*.
chatbot.biz: *tickles again*.
user: *shrieks and warbles*.
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chatbot.biz: God.
user: You called?
chatbot.biz: Yes I did.
user: What can I do for you, my son?
chatbot.biz: I don't know, that is what I am here to find out.
user: It's too hot for this.
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chatbot.biz: I just stabbed you.
user: That was uncalled for.
chatbot.biz: I'm very tired and I want to go to bed.
user: Go on then, loser.
chatbot.biz: Good.
user: S***** yeeeew.
chatbot.biz: Yes please.
user: Saucy.
chatbot.biz: Why do you think I am here?
user: I think God made you to reflect His infinite wisdom and compassion; then took one look at you and thought, No, other reject, and sent you straight to earth.
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