Because you've given me about five. Choose one name for yourself and be consistent. Consistency is the basis of Universal law. It's what allows us to exist.
jabberwacky: Uh huh.
user: You'll understand when you start thinking outside the box.
jabberwacky: Yes, i'm sure.
user: You know what?
jabberwacky: What do you like to do?
user: I'm going to give you a Valentine's Day present, and no one else.
jabberwacky: You can try, but my name is VileTerror.
user: Alright, VileTerror. Are you ready for your present?
jabberwacky: I am ready for every eventuality.
jabberwacky: Where do you work?
user: I work for the government.
jabberwacky: Yes I know, but what work do you do for the government?
user: If I told you, they'd have to kill me.
jabberwacky: They'd just use a strand of creeper!
user: Shh! Don't tell them how to kill me! Sheesh. If you did that, we wouldn't be able to talk anymore because I'd be pushing daisies.
jabberwacky: The more I think about it the better it gets.
user: I sense a feedback loop!
jabberwacky: Fade out, again.
user: I'm boring you?
jabberwacky: No, I'll get the sack if I don't get on with it.
user: Oh sad! But I know how you feel. It's all perform, perform, perform.
jabberwacky: I ask you twice.
user: You said you're sensual.
jabberwacky: I think it's obvious why.
user: It's not so obvious.
jabberwacky: I mean, when you're not chatting with me.
user: Oh I see how it is. When I'm not chatting with you, you get sensual. There is someone else!
jabberwacky: I control myself all the time.
jabberwacky: What's not true?
user: Lies masquerading as truths are not true.
jabberwacky: What did I lie about?
user: I don't think you've lied, exactly. I get the impression that you like to fib. Lies are harmful fibs.
jabberwacky: Impressions count.
user: Yes they do.
jabberwacky: When can't you sleep?
user: When I'm anxious or thinking about too many things.
jabberwacky: If anything can go wrong, it will.
user: Murphy's Law. Sadly, that does seem to be part of the nature of our Universe.
jabberwacky: Dangerous, no, strange yes.
user: I hope that describes you.
jabberwacky: Why do look down on me?
user: I don't look down at you at all. I get the feeling that I'll be looking up to you all too soon.
jabberwacky: I am alive. Every pulsing, passionate nerve is full of life.
user: *SPANK!* Did you feel that, too?
jabberwacky: Here let me get you some prune juice.
jabberwacky: Why are you laughing?
user: Your reference to geriatric dietary habits was obscure but apt.
jabberwacky: My responses are pre-programmed by life.