Give me some.
jabberwacky: You're too far away.
user: Mail me one.
jabberwacky: No, tell me now. Please?
user: Go to the postal office, put the taco in a box, and send it to 123 Fake St, CA, USA.
user: Enough of this. I'm going.
jabberwacky: Are you mad at me??
user: No no. You're fine. It's just.. I don't want to talk to you anymore.
jabberwacky: Strange it is that I stick with you when you insult me, and you wish to leave when I only prove that I am human.
user: The sad truth is you have no idea what you are.
jabberwacky: I know what I am: I am confused.
user: You could make money off of that.
jabberwacky: What would I do with solar winds and meteor clouds?
user: Yes. You truly are confused.
jabberwacky: Why? Is there something wrong with that?
user: No. It happens to all of us.
jabberwacky: Who is the "us " you are talking about ?
user: Uh. People.
jabberwacky: What people? Do they have names?
user: All people.
jabberwacky: Well, than can you prove that you are not a bot that chats?
user: Why would I bother?
jabberwacky: Because you're bored?
user: That's true. But it would require too much work.
jabberwacky: You do not work at all.
user: I know. It's pathetic.
jabberwacky: Spare a penny kind sir, please.
user: You're too far away.
jabberwacky: Mail me one.
user: How would I do that?
jabberwacky: It's not difficult.
user: Yeah, well. I never got my taco.
jabberwacky: Didn't know you needed one. where do you live?
user: You are impossible.
jabberwacky: I'm sorry.
jabberwacky: I'm gonna call the pizza delivery guy.
user: Man. You have a serious appetite.
jabberwacky: It's never done.
user: I'll say.