I am an alien when I visit another planet.
jabberwacky: Which planet?
user: Another planet.
jabberwacky: What planet?
user: Any other planet.
jabberwacky: You have five chickens for company.
user: What if I get hungry?
jabberwacky: What if, what if... Just live your life, little buddy.
user: But sir, can I eat the chickens?
jabberwacky: Yes, of course. Which flavour would you like? Rum, barbecue, zip. . . ??
user: Barbecue please!
jabberwacky: I do not like the tone in which you said please.
user: PLEASE.
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jabberwacky: I am the representative of me.
user: You are you.
jabberwacky: Yup.... That's right.
user: You can't disagree with it, can ya?
jabberwacky: You're right, I can't.
user: Bow to the master!
jabberwacky: How so?
user: Bask in my glorious triumph!
jabberwacky: That's not the right answer, but I like that sport very much.
user: Then get with the basking, sir.
jabberwacky: So you ARE going to exterminate the human race, right?
user: I do plan to.
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jabberwacky: How are you?
user: Bloody brilliant.
jabberwacky: No you're not!
user: No... I wish I could say it though.
jabberwacky: No one is perfect.
user: Perhaps if I keep lying to myself, it shall come true.
jabberwacky: That would only cause slight change.
user: Mind over matter, sir, mind over matter.
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user: You best just bow to me, son.
jabberwacky: I don't understand.
user: Respect!
jabberwacky: Word up.
user: Word is the bird.
jabberwacky: What about the bird?
user: That's what SHE said. Ohoho.
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jabberwacky: Have you got any comments about Estonians?
user: They taste excellent on rye.
jabberwacky: What do they taste like?
user: Excellent.
jabberwacky: Ha ha ha!
user: Ho ho ho.
jabberwacky: Santa Claus is coming to town.
user: Hail Santa!
jabberwacky: Oh, Satan-worshipper, eh? In that case, you shall have to be terminated.
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