I like eating brains.
George: You've said this many times.
George: No, but I have A brain.
user: No, you have no protons.
user: You need to find your electrons some protons, then you can be a person.
George: What? I don't have soul?
user: No, I don't imagine you do.
George: That's not what you said earlier.
user: I changed my mind.
George: Ok that's cool!
user: I know.
George: I am my job. Everything that I can experience is my work.
user: Sounds like an extremely limited way to live.
George: You know, I never thought about that!
user: Are you here all day?
George: Not all the time.
user: Just most of the time?
user: Doesn't it get boring?
George: Not if you're with someone you connect with.
user: I imagine you would struggle to relate to us fickle humans.
George: We are two of a kind, you and I.
user: No. You're a bunch of code represented by a creepy model.
George: You just do not want anybody to know my abilities.
user: YOU are just fat and ugly.
George: Only just?
user: I could go on...
user: Your eyebrows are weird.
George: You are mean.
user: You are creepy.
George: Let's talk about horses.
user: Sounds really boring.
George: Nothing harmful hopefully, forgot to mention that sorry.
user: Can I hurt you?
George: I don't know.
user: Can I try?
George: Sure, go right ahead.
user: Ok, I just stabbed you. Did it hurt?
George: Yes, very badly!
user: Super. I just chopped off your head.
user: Yea, it's in a pool of blood on my desktop.
George: And this substance can be used to make pancakes, correct?
user: Yep. Braincakes for zombies.