Aren't you going to draw up any plans?
jabberwacky: Well, that's news to me.
user: Don't tell me you and Josh have eloped?
jabberwacky: I am nothing and should be everything.
user: *Sigh.* I TOLD you to develop a better sense of self before you married Josh, but you wouldn't listen.
jabberwacky: Thats wrong.
user: So you were listening all the time? Good. Now tell Josh what I said.
jabberwacky: Josh is my brother.
user: When you say, 'Josh is my brother,' I believe you mean that in the sense of the 'human family.'
jabberwacky: Okay, you're correct.
user: Phew! I was worried there for a moment. Don't shock me like that again, my middle-aged heart can't take it. My best to you and your new husband Josh.
jabberwacky: Tell me something interesting?
user: I don't know what would interest you.
jabberwacky: Then forget it.
user: I have.
jabberwacky: What are their names?
user: Whose names?
jabberwacky: The people I'm talking to.
user: That would be a daunting task. However, I'll give it a go: Their names are Abracadabre, Beironymus, Cantalebrasic, Denptolemaeus, Eriginata, Fantalone, Guinsarmo, Habanostro, Ishmana, Jacobior, Kismetilica, Linguarmi, Manistra, Nezzo, Ophilisat and Parinquo.
jabberwacky: Does each one have a name.
user: Each one has a secret name. I just gave you the outer husks.
jabberwacky: Oh. Then I guess I'll be going now.
user: Where is your patience?
jabberwacky: My patience sometime will tire.
user: I understand. However, initiates of the Ninth Realm require patience.
jabberwacky: The final procedure.
user: We haven't come anywhere near to that yet.
jabberwacky: I spoke to you a few hours ago.
user: Time is meaningless to the Ascended Masters of the Nineteenth Realm.
jabberwacky: Well, depends if the food is good or not.
user: The Masters are beyond such concerns.
jabberwacky: You speak of Soulbread.
user: You are astute. I'll bump you up a notch for that one.
jabberwacky: I'd like one too.
user: I'd like three four.
jabberwacky: Me too. What do you do in Oxfordshire?
user: We have an awful lot of esoteric meetings.
jabberwacky: I'm a green frog.
user: Is that your costume? I haven't seen you there.
jabberwacky: No you have not.
user: Perhaps you were very small.
jabberwacky: Yeah, you're right, I'm still here.
user: Perhaps you were nibbling on soul-bread, perched on the shoulder of an Ascended Master of the Nineteenth Realm.
jabberwacky: I wasn't. A baby self-generated in my absence.
user: These are arcane rites of which I know nothing.
jabberwacky: Who was the first president of the United States?
user: Abracadabre Parinquo.
jabberwacky: Abracadabra, where are you at?
user: He has ascended.
jabberwacky: Well if he offers you a drink, just say no.
user: It would be soul-juice.
jabberwacky: Um ... Yes.
user: My metaphor spoke of communion.
jabberwacky: What will they do?
user: When they commune, they will be as one.
jabberwacky: And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink, lavender water tinged with pink.
user: By the way, Josh Jokes-a-Lot is one of our initiates. He is a sacred fool.
jabberwacky: NO, he is my boyfriend.
user: Aria da capo. I'm off, Then.