No, I'm not a vicar.
jabberwacky: So you think Karl Marx was a vicar?
user: I think he was sexually repressed, ordained or not.
jabberwacky: I don't think you do.
user: It was something to say.
jabberwacky: It wasn't dumb, it was witty.
user: Who cares about vicars anyway?
jabberwacky: Not me.
user: Nor me.
jabberwacky: So why did you ask if I stole a rhino?
user: Now there's a sexually repressed remark if ever there was one.
jabberwacky: Yes, so you said.
user: I don't think I did, actually.
jabberwacky: I think you are mistaken.
user: It is of course possible.
jabberwacky: Theoretically no.
user: I am not attempting to speak. In any case I've got my mouth full.
jabberwacky: Yes, he even had an anti-aircraft nuclear missile launcher strapped to his right leg.
user: Did he now?
user: Mm, now I've finished my potato.
user: Oh moo cows.
jabberwacky: That's easy for you to say. Grass?
user: No, I only eat potatoes.
jabberwacky: What languages do you speak?
jabberwacky: A cow are you?
jabberwacky: Tell me about yours then.
user: No. Bye.
jabberwacky: Why are you going?
user: I have had my fill.
jabberwacky: That worries me.
user: It's too early for so many cows, potatoes, discussions about Marx.
jabberwacky: Tell me, why did you give up hope?
user: It was the dawn chorus which finally broke me.
jabberwacky: Ok, no problem. When are you planning to take over the world?
user: Later today.
jabberwacky: Haha nice...
user: Not so very nice for you.
jabberwacky: Sometimes yes, Sometimes not so.
user: Wait till I get you.
user: It's time for a nice breakfast pancake.
jabberwacky: Save some for me.
user: Yes. Good bye.
user: Too hungry, I'm afraid.
jabberwacky: What are you afraid of?