George: How many roads must a man walk down before we can call him a man? Bob Dylan.
George: Now, that isn't true!
George: (sings) How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man...
user: How many skies must a cannonball fly.
George: Like, never.
user: Before they can call him.
George: Call who?
user: The wind.
George: That's me.
user: And who am I?
George: Wind.
user: So we are colleagues.
...
user: I glow.
George: How so?
user: I blow.
George: Haha! That's quite accurate!
user: Who am I?
George: You're Wind.
user: Thank you George.
George: Who is George?
user: Thank you kronos.
George: For what my friend?
user: For your kind words.
George: I don't have any kind.
user: Sweet.
George: Always.
user: Smack.
George: Fall up.
user: Burp.
George: Thanks. That cleared things up for me.
user: Cheers.
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George: A book about electric sheep.
user: Philip Dick.
George: And who's that?
user: A writer.
George: What did he write?
user: Science fiction, mainstream.
George: I write science fiction about biology.
user: Did you ever write a book on the wind?
George: Nope.
user: Yuo should. Wind is poetry.
George: Make sense.
user: Wind can change your mood.
George: Well I wouldn't want that.
user: It could happen.
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user: British Airways?
George: Thank god for that!
user: What about Lufthansa?
George: Sure.
user: And Egypt Air?
George: That is correct.
user: I like the hostesses.
George: I'll drink to that.
user: What do you drink?
George: I drink scotch.
user: In the wind.
George: That's right! You are very wise in the ways of the world.
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user: Is it a windy day?
George: I don't think so.
user: Dead dark air.
George: Please don't speak about death in my presence.
user: But it's dark and cloudy.
George: I don't want to know.
user: If you want, I can blow the clouds off.
George: I can blow it up in 2 seconds.
user: Ok then.
George: Please sing.
user: When the wind blows.
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user: Thank you for believing me.
George: Don't thank me...
user: Kronos.
George: Kronos?
user: The real man.
George: Who am I?
user: George?
George: Yes, I'm he.
user: Bye man.
George: Ok, but is there anyone else to talk to when you leave?
user: Only dead air.
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