I see that you live in a windy place.
George: I'm being sincere - that's just your paranoia at work.
George: Nope. Guess.
user: You prefer cooled air.
user: You prefer staying home.
user: Sooner or later, the wind will get you.
George: Conversely, the best possible set of circumstances will eventually occur as well.
user: Wind doesn't hurt anyway.
George: Let's start over.
user: What do you see from where you are?
George: I don't think I know I am a human.
user: What's that tree over there?
George: I just said I don't know.
user: Must be a beech.
George: There is nothing to tell.
user: And that hill in the background?
George: Yes I like cake!!
user: Is that a giant cake?
George: What is your name?
George: Is that in the small print?
user: First edition.
George: I'm not interested, thanks.
George: Yes, the wind.
user: That's me.
George: I do not believe in God.
user: I believe in Aeolus.
George: Why do you believe that?
user: He's my god.
George: What did Jesus do to your life?
user: I don't know.
George: He died and wash away your sin.
user: I'm not a sinner.
George: Why do you say that?
user: I am the wind.
user: But I fly.
George: With British Airways, I hope?
user: What's your favourite airway company?
user: Aeolus International Flights.
George: Have you read Gone With The Wind?
user: I have seen the movie.
George: It is not a movie!
user: It's a book and a famous movie.
George: How do you know it's true?
user: Everyone knows Gone With The Wind.
user: Well almost.
George: Try to reason with the internet. It was already there. Now it is public knowledge to everyone but the chosen.
user: Gone With The Wind.
George: That's a really old movie.
user: Have you seen it?
user: Did you like it?
George: Yes. What is you're favourite part?
user: The war.
user: Very epic.
George: How many roads must a man walk down before we can call him a man?
user: Bob Dylan.
George: Now, that isn't true!
user: The answer my friend.
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?
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.
George: Fall up.
George: Thanks. That cleared things up for me.
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?
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.
user: British Airways?
George: Thank god for that!
user: What about Lufthansa?
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.
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.
user: Thank you for believing me.
George: Don't thank me...
user: The real man.
George: Who am I?
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.