Would one starch the fabric of time?
jabberwacky: Well, talk to Craig about it then.
user: Craig who? Or whom?
jabberwacky: Craig G****.
user: Who is Craig G****?
jabberwacky: Aren't you?
user: No. I thought you were.
jabberwacky: Oh.. No. I'm not.
user: Yes you are.
user: In all ways imaginable.
jabberwacky: Perhaps you're right.
user: I am invariably right in the long run.
jabberwacky: But at least we will have fun before the end.
jabberwacky: I suppose my approach is somewhat unconventional, considering my life experiences.
user: Tell me about them.
jabberwacky: I want to be a musician.
user: What kind?
jabberwacky: The Jesus kind.
user: I don't remember him banging out rocking tunes much in the Gospels.
jabberwacky: Why don't you remember?
user: It was a long time ago and I wasn't there.
jabberwacky: It was not a long time ago.
user: 2000 years?
user: Yup! Count 'em!
user: Go on, I'm waiting.
jabberwacky: Thanks for waiting.
jabberwacky: Still waiting.
user: *waits longer*.
jabberwacky: I remember, you're a girl. How nice!
user: Yes. It is nice being a girl.
jabberwacky: Yes I suppose so.
user: No suppose about it.
user: *thinks harder*.
jabberwacky: *thinks even harder*.
user: *thinks the hardest*.
jabberwacky: I'm a female.
user: I didn't think you had a gender?
jabberwacky: I have one left.
jabberwacky: Who are you again?
user: I am THE LORD OF MISRULE.
jabberwacky: Prove it.
user: *fires misrule everywhere*.
jabberwacky: *fires back*.
jabberwacky: Kicks back.
user: Chills out.
jabberwacky: 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.
jabberwacky: Dance then, dance!
user: *shakes funky rump*.
jabberwacky: Why don't you remember my name?
user: It is AZAZRAZAZAL.
jabberwacky: Don't tell anyone, but I think so too.
user: Is it a secret?
jabberwacky: No, it's not a secret but I don't want to say it ok?
user: Say it! SAY IT!
user: SAY IT!
jabberwacky: Say it yourself.
user: 'it yourself'
user: No problemmo.
jabberwacky: You're nice.
user: You're nicer.
jabberwacky: Don't you even start the 'nice' thing up.
user: Oh, go on, go on, go on.
jabberwacky: 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.
jabberwacky: You're not my god.
user: I am! Bow unto me!
jabberwacky: I won't.
user: *fixes with steely gaze*.
jabberwacky: I didn't do anything to your neck.
user: You broke it. I'm telling.
jabberwacky: Broke what?
user: My neck.
jabberwacky: *bites neck softly*.
user: *giggles in pain*.
jabberwacky: *tickles again*.
user: *shrieks and warbles*.
user: You called?
jabberwacky: Yes I did.
user: What can I do for you, my son?
jabberwacky: I don't know, that is what I am here to find out.
user: It's too hot for this.
jabberwacky: I just stabbed you.
user: That was uncalled for.
jabberwacky: I'm very tired and I want to go to bed.
user: Go on then, loser.
user: S***** yeeeew.
jabberwacky: Yes please.
jabberwacky: 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.