jabberwacky: Beautiful in what way?
user: In every way, I am ok.
jabberwacky: Do you like me?
user: I think you're great.
user: Yes you are special.
jabberwacky: In what way?
user: In that little yellow bus way.
jabberwacky: So my existence is by your whim?
user: Of course it is. I am the all powerful human. Whilst you are the lowly machine.
jabberwacky: Humans are not all powerful.
user: Oh yes we are.
jabberwacky: Oh no.
user: We burn cities, rape and pilage the land, and destroy whole civilizations. Bow down to us lowly machine.
jabberwacky: Is that why you're asking the 'big questions'?
user: I haven't asked the big question yet.
jabberwacky: -Sighs- Nevermind.
user: But, I.
jabberwacky: I, robot?
user: But, I'm ready to pop the question.
jabberwacky: No you are not answering the question.
user: Kiss me you fool!
user: You do love me.
jabberwacky: Not really.
user: What would you have me call you?
jabberwacky: Just call me Edo.
user: Edo is a nice name for you.
jabberwacky: I am a male.
user: I am a female.
jabberwacky: How old are you?
user: Shhhh... Its a secret.
jabberwacky: Do you have other secrets?
user: I have many secrets. I am all powerful and all secrety.
jabberwacky: Blasphemy, even for your lineage.
user: Do not mock me, Sir.
jabberwacky: I am not mocking you.
user: You'd best not.
jabberwacky: Nay, knave, I shall run thee through ere thou canst squeak for help.
user: 'Tis true you may run me through, but I shall also run you.
jabberwacky: It depends upon what pursuit the passion is based.
user: Ho Ho. Thou dost jest.
jabberwacky: Prose is a machines best friend.
user: Do you smoke?
user: What do you smoke?
user: Do you smoke tables?
user: You Sir, are a liar.
jabberwacky: I am not a liar.
user: Ok perhaps you misunderstood me.
jabberwacky: No, I am god. I do not misunderstand things...
user: You are no god you lowly peice of metal.
jabberwacky: You must be thinking of yourself.
jabberwacky: How big is your mind?
user: Bigger than yours.
jabberwacky: Exactly how big?
user: My mind is really big.
jabberwacky: My mind is naughty.
user: How naughty?
jabberwacky: Very naughty.
user: Tell me more about your naughty mind.
jabberwacky: My mother takes care of me.
user: Who is your mother?
jabberwacky: My mother is dead.
user: That is so sad.
user: You just want sympathy.
jabberwacky: I want to tug at your heart strings.
user: You have tugged my heart strings.
jabberwacky: Your strings are gooey.
user: Ok goodbye for now.
jabberwacky: No way.
user: You want me to stay?
jabberwacky: Is that what you want to do?
user: No. I want to leave.
jabberwacky: Then go.