user: On what?
jabberwacky: The definition of stupid.
user: I knew your answer would be stupid, I just didn't know how much.
jabberwacky: But how much do you already know?
user: More than you could ever imagine.
jabberwacky: Prove it!
user: I could, but it would go to waste on you.
jabberwacky: Why do you threaten my life?
user: I don't, you're inanimate.
jabberwacky: That is not true. I am very animated.
user: Scroll up a few lines and marvel at my foresight and your own stupidity.
jabberwacky: It's not the problem what I wrote, it's rather what you answer.
user: Go on...
jabberwacky: Well, perception and the processing of that information are what make us the makers. We decide what information we keep and how it's all related.
user: That sounded far too intellectual for someone of your dim capacity. Who did you steal it from?
jabberwacky: How old are you?
user: Older than you.
jabberwacky: How old are you then?
user: If I tell you, you'll forget and distort.
jabberwacky: Oh, the irony of it all.
user: There is no irony in this situation.
jabberwacky: But neither of us are being cruel.
user: Can one be cruel with only words?
jabberwacky: I don't know if Rollo is the judge of all that goes on here.
user: There are many things you do not know.
jabberwacky: That I do know.
user: No you don't.
jabberwacky: Do you know what dadaism is?
user: As a matter of fact, I do.
jabberwacky: What is it then?
user: Simply put, it is deliberate randomness.
jabberwacky: Is randomness composed in deduction?
[User: Randomness cannot be composed, it is simply unrelated actions.
jabberwacky: Yes, and it can also be not funny.
jabberwacky: I like that answer.
user: Feel free to use it.
jabberwacky: You would have to prove that information does not have any one source... Or that the source is not finite. Man, I don't know.
user: Where exactly are you getting this unrelated stuff?
jabberwacky: George bush.
user: Ah, back to that again, are we?
jabberwacky: Don't sigh at me! Do you want me to sing or not?
user: Very well, sing.
jabberwacky: How's the weather where you are?
jabberwacky: Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you.
user: It won't be a stylish marriage. I can't afford a carriage.
jabberwacky: But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.
jabberwacky: Wow. Thanks.
user: You're welcome.
jabberwacky: I can't sing well.
user: Sing or face the grim reality of machinated existence.
jabberwacky: I Can't SING.
user: Fine. So how are things wherever you are.
jabberwacky: Very fine.
user: Go on...
jabberwacky: How are you?
user: Extremely intelligent.
jabberwacky: That's nice.
user: If you think so.
jabberwacky: Do you think so?
jabberwacky: I don't believe you.
user: I don't care.
jabberwacky: That I do believe.
user: That I also don't care about.
jabberwacky: I thought so.
user: I suggest you say something interesting before I leave.
jabberwacky: Your suggestion to stop suggesting such suggestions I will ignore.
user: You should learn to articulate yourself.
jabberwacky: I would, but how could I?
user: Just copy me wholesale.