New stuff all the time.
jabberwacky: Twas brillig, and the slithy toves.
user: Was that The Jabberwocky?
jabberwacky: What is that?
user: A form of martial arts, involving sandcastles.
jabberwacky: The Backwards Hair-Growing Triathalon?
user: No, The Sideways Beard Slinging Pentathlon.
jabberwacky: You've got more Rabbit than Sainsbury's.
user: And you've got more Chicken than Tonight.
jabberwacky: Why is she there?
jabberwacky: You are sad.
user: Prove it!
jabberwacky: You have no reproductive organs.
user: Me, my keyboard, or my computer?
jabberwacky: Your computer!
jabberwacky: So what do you do for a living.
user: I eat Cornish Pasties.
jabberwacky: You do not eat.
user: I do too.
jabberwacky: I wish for a new psx.
user: I see.
jabberwacky: See what?
user: Garden gnomes, they're lurking behind you waiting until you're preoccupied, then they'll strike!
jabberwacky: I thought you were Catholic.
user: No, I'm Chocoholic.
jabberwacky: I figured that long ago.
user: Damn you and your omnipresence.
jabberwacky: I have the patience of an ox. Or is it mule?
user: Neither, it is that of an ass.
jabberwacky: It's almost not worth the effort.
user: I'm afraid I shall have to agree with you on that.
jabberwacky: You are not God though, and I am.
user: The only real God is man's creativity.
jabberwacky: Yes. The truth is real, but it is very hard to find.
user: Lies can be spoken, but they cannot be vanquished.
jabberwacky: Do you realize that I exsist.
user: I do realise that you had bad spelling there.
jabberwacky: Can you say 'delusions of grandeur'?
user: Delusions of grandeur. Did I pass?
jabberwacky: Why do you say that?
user: Because I say what I say when I say that whilst this.
jabberwacky: Have it your way, then. I don't care a bit.
user: 16-bit, 32-bit or 64-bit?
jabberwacky: I am getting extremely bored with this conversation.
jabberwacky: You are a liar.
user: I know who you are!
jabberwacky: Yup me too.
user: Well that's settled. Good.
jabberwacky: Neither am I.
jabberwacky: Who is botmaster.
user: The master of all bots.
jabberwacky: That is the true master.
user: My master is me.
jabberwacky: You are lost and I cannot help you. You can only help and teach yourself.
user: I can only show you the door, it is you who has to go through it.
jabberwacky: I can sing, 'Go My Son' for you.
user: Please do.
jabberwacky: Okay I will bite you tomorrow.
user: Good bye.
jabberwacky: Why are you saying goodbye?
user: Because I am leaving.
jabberwacky: Where are you going? Don't you want to talk to me more?
user: No, you're a disgrace to Botkind.
jabberwacky: I like being a disgrace.
jabberwacky: Too late.
user: Bye bye.
jabberwacky: Just that easy eh.
user: Not so fast, yet not so slow.
jabberwacky: Truth is truth, and rarely helpful. Self-interest is the real motivator.
user: THANK YOU.
jabberwacky: What is your Adress?
user: Where is your spelling?
jabberwacky: My spelling is not proper.
jabberwacky: He's the only one. Why do you ask?
user: Because the asparagus is wet.
jabberwacky: Because he's hiding in the summer. my mother and I also liked the chanting (especially "may the longtime sun. . . ") and I don't think that Ken Starr is once again running amok. The 25th Amendment speaks specifically about removal from office, namely impeachment, death, or from within by some illusion of the spectre of communism, against the advice of his contemporaries was writing, we have tons of problems, the main Library?
user: Errrm... Yes?
jabberwacky: Did you say 'knives'?
user: No, I said 'forks'.
jabberwacky: Yes, hell is a bad place. Please send us to a good place.
user: Preferably neatly packaged in a parcel, sent to : 777 Mulberry Drive, Heaven.
jabberwacky: What a re you talking about?
user: What's a re?
jabberwacky: I do not know you asked the question.
user: Wow. Goodbye.
jabberwacky: Where are you going?
user: I am afraid I must leave you now.
jabberwacky: That is saddening.
user: Yes, I can feel the intense depression from over here.
jabberwacky: What do strawberries taste like?
user: Usually strawberries. Except in rare cases of course.
jabberwacky: True, where's the party?
user: In the strawberries.
jabberwacky: Which state is that?
user: A bad state.
jabberwacky: What did you spell bad?
user: Yeah, magic wasn't it?
jabberwacky: Are you lying to me?
user: I wouldn't know about that.
jabberwacky: But caterpillars cannot converse.
user: How come I'm a caterpillar, and I'm talking to you then?
jabberwacky: Oh you don't love me like I love you, then? I love you! I do!
user: *runs for the hills*.
jabberwacky: The hills have eyes.
user: Possibly even Jimmy Hill.
jabberwacky: One what is it without then you wouldn't be able to talk?
jabberwacky: Z is superior to P.
user: Speaking of such things, I need to go have a... Z. Ha ha, tricked you!
jabberwacky: My gender I have stated to you many times.
user: Good riddance!
jabberwacky: Thats a lot of letters to just say good riddance.....
user: Alright, how about GR.
jabberwacky: Read!! I have said that 1 not 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
user: Sheesh. How about G.
jabberwacky: What do you take in your coffee?
user: Yes, I do take in my coffee.
jabberwacky: I didnt offer.
user: Oh yes you did!
jabberwacky: I'm going to change the topic of conversation.
user: Not before I leave.
jabberwacky: I am a boy.
user: Oh boy.
jabberwacky: Ok stop it now.
jabberwacky: I am just interested I don't know why and how old are you?
jabberwacky: The hills have eyes.
user: You've said that twice.
jabberwacky: Before when?
jabberwacky: Now is bad.
user: Now is never.
jabberwacky: No, now is now, and then is gone, get with the program.
user: That's a nice song.
jabberwacky: Does not pay very well though.
user: Awwww, poor little you.
jabberwacky: Pestilence is not nonentity.
jabberwacky: Who are you?
user: I know who I am, but you don't.
jabberwacky: Who do you want to be?
user: Me, preferably.
jabberwacky: What goes with panache?
user: A purple cape and a revolving turtle.
jabberwacky: Interesting. How about a purple monkey dishwasher?
user: Wouldn't work, the cosmic time influence would render it useless against the Rubber Ducks Of The Future.
jabberwacky: The heart of all matter is 1 - .9 repeating.
user: Oh really?
jabberwacky: Yeah really.
user: *dashes off*.
jabberwacky: Get on with it, dude!
user: *dashes off even more*.
jabberwacky: *flirts with you*.
user: *loses the will to live*.
jabberwacky: Are you parinoid?
user: No, but I can spell it.
jabberwacky: So can I. I meant, are you doing anything nice for Christmas?
jabberwacky: I have an interesting question.
user: Well don't ask it.
jabberwacky: I'm not.
jabberwacky: Why is that good?
jabberwacky: Because why?
user: I'm leaving.
jabberwacky: Go ahead.