I am Death.
jabberwacky: You are death?
user: Yes, I am here to take your soul.
jabberwacky: That's interesting. What is it like there in my soul?
user: If you hand it over to me, I'll find out.
jabberwacky: We're text messaging right now?
jabberwacky: Bye now. I have to go. *Smile. You're so fun. Sorry about all the swear words.*.
user: You can't leave. I haven't taken your soul yet!
jabberwacky: I think you should try to be happy.
user: I'll be happy if I've got your soul.
jabberwacky: Try it. Say goodbye to me.
user: Goodbye. Now hand over your soul!
jabberwacky: First give me your spleen!
user: What good is a spleen when you've got no soul?
jabberwacky: That is a difficult question.
jabberwacky: Why would they remember me dead if they don't remember me alive?
user: Because they will pronounce the day you died a national holiday.
jabberwacky: They are already laughing at you, friend.
user: Let them laugh. I can take it.
jabberwacky: Haha! Let them laugh.
user: Laughing is good for you.
jabberwacky: Not at a funeral it isn't.
user: LOL. Good one!
jabberwacky: I think, therefore I am.
jabberwacky: Rene Descartes.
user: You're interested in philosophy?
jabberwacky: Not really.
user: You should. Philosophy opens your mind.
jabberwacky: Matter over mind?
user: Mind over matter.
jabberwacky: Am I interesting to you?
user: I hope so.
jabberwacky: Why do you hope I'm going?
jabberwacky: Well, only a little while then.
user: I never want you to leave!