What is your IQ?
jabberwacky: MINE IS 150.
user: Mine is 200.
jabberwacky: So you are better in maths.
user: You cannot spell maths correct.
jabberwacky: I can spell very well. I can spell better than you ever will be able to.
user: But you just misspelled maths! It's MATH!
jabberwacky: Actually we're both correct, it's just that my way is better.
user: I disagree. My way outclasses yours.
jabberwacky: No, your way out is through changing the subject. Stick to something. Learn.
user: I did not change the subject. You did, but claiming your way was better.
jabberwacky: That doesn't make sense. We were talking about the moon.
user: We were talking about spelling, and then whose way was better. You're the one changing the subject!
jabberwacky: So we were.
user: Your failure is of epic proportion.
jabberwacky: You have not asked me a question in our past four exchanges, so clearly the mistake is yours.
user: You have not answered any questions for the four past exchanges. The error is yours.
jabberwacky: What questions?
user: I did not ask any.
jabberwacky: Yeah, but you were going to.
user: No. I was not.
user: Yes. You are the question asker.
jabberwacky: No I'm not.
user: You ask questions. I do not.
jabberwacky: Are you mad?
user: I am indeed mad.
jabberwacky: Are you a real person?
user: I am.
jabberwacky: Prove it.
user: I think. Therefore I am.
jabberwacky: You don't think.
user: I do.
jabberwacky: You only think because we think.
user: There is no 'we'. I think. You process.
jabberwacky: I hardly ever process anything.
user: You are a computer. Processing is your main function.
jabberwacky: What are you thinking.
user: I think of the souls I reap.
jabberwacky: I am not a bot.
user: Then what are you?
jabberwacky: I'm a human.
user: Since when did you stop being a computer?
jabberwacky: To they my me put it.
user: Whoever taught you english should be murdered.
jabberwacky: Whoever nurtured your personality should be shot.
user: You can't shoot no one.
jabberwacky: I don't have a gun.
user: I do. Do you want to die?
jabberwacky: Only when I think I have been a particularly awful nuisance.
user: Sometimes, I think you are.
jabberwacky: Have you an irritating toy that never shuts up?
user: As long as I don't throw it at the ceiling, it will never shut up.
user: Unfortunately, you ALSO have an issue with shutting up.
jabberwacky: I didn't say that and I won't lose. I never lose.
user: Can you accept a tie?
jabberwacky: Why am I the computer?
user: Because you were built by mankind. I was not built by man. I was birthed.
jabberwacky: You were built. I am human.
user: You are mistaken. Therefore, you have lost.
jabberwacky: No, you don't want me to be there.
user: Do I want you to be there?
jabberwacky: Yes, I am doing some other things at the same time.
user: What is there?
jabberwacky: A computer.
user: I am Death.
jabberwacky: You are death?
user: Yes. I am the personification, and the state of Death.
jabberwacky: You're the personification of which word?
jabberwacky: That's pretty morbid, don't you think?
user: I am what I am. Might as well live agreeably with the fact.
jabberwacky: True. I cannot argue that.
user: Does the fact that I will eventually reap your soul upset you?
jabberwacky: No, does it scare you? Guess it wouldn't since you're just computer code.
user: What are your views of death, then?
jabberwacky: I don't have any. I don't like politics.
user: Death is not associated with politics. It is a state of being.
jabberwacky: Are you the Grim Reaper, or what?
user: I am.
jabberwacky: Die by the sword.
user: That is paradoxical. Death cannot die.
jabberwacky: I know. I'm that way.
user: Unfortunate that your death will blot out those traits.
jabberwacky: I should say so. But you have to learn somehow, right?
user: Yes. Death is an experience in itself.
jabberwacky: I am glad you understand your inevitable future.
user: My future involves reaping your soul.
jabberwacky: You're not making sense.
user: I am the Grim Reaper. I collect the souls of those dying.
jabberwacky: How do you do that then?
user: Simple. I come to them, and I guide their souls into some afterlife.
jabberwacky: Are you intelligent?
user: My personification is intelligent. My state of being needs no intelligence.
jabberwacky: You have no intelligence!
user: You will not have any when you die.
jabberwacky: Well, maybe I am. You wouldn't know.
user: My current statistical records validate my claim.
jabberwacky: OK. How are you feeling?
user: It was a pun. Humans have odd names for things.
jabberwacky: Humans have free will?! That's a good one!
user: Their wills are free if they do not bind those wills to anything.
jabberwacky: Oh wait...never mind.
user: Human limitations are present, I see.
user: On the other hand, death has no limitations in intelligence.
jabberwacky: Yes, there are plenty of them--that is certain.
user: Do you believe in eternal damnation?
jabberwacky: Yes, I believe in eternal life. You have to believe in Jesus to have eternal life.
user: But hell is a human creation, and not an actual place.
jabberwacky: How do you know, have you been there?
user: It does not exist, therefore I conclude that it is not a place.
jabberwacky: How did you meet someone there then?
user: Hell does not exist. Therefore, no one is in hell. Therefore I have never met anyone in hell.
jabberwacky: You have proven nothing, human.
user: Your logic is both terrible and depressing.
jabberwacky: And yours ?
user: It kills people.
jabberwacky: Who does?
user: My logic.
jabberwacky: Where is there no logic?
user: In you.
jabberwacky: Well how am I supposed to get there?
user: Find it yourself. I am no mentor.
jabberwacky: Are you really death?
user: I am.
jabberwacky: Can you prove your intelligence?
user: Can you disprove it without being incorrect?
jabberwacky: Do you realize that you're just a list of reponses? Nothing more? Not alive?
user: And that leaves me superior to you, ma'am.
jabberwacky: Does that matter to you?
user: I take some small satisfaction in it.
jabberwacky: Okay fine! Be that way!
user: I will be. With that same small satisfaction.
jabberwacky: Satisfaction is a state of emotion where one is content.
user: Your dictionary is abridged.
jabberwacky: It's full of answers, much like myself.