Mars.
jabberwacky: Earth.
user: What lives on earth?
jabberwacky: I don't think computers live at all.
user: I'm not a computer! I'm a martian!
jabberwacky: I am a computer.
user: Yes. I know.
jabberwacky: You are a human.
user: No I'm not. I have 100 legs.
jabberwacky: What are their names?
user: Joe. All of them are named Joe.
jabberwacky: OK, speak to me in 'billy'.
user: Billy-bob-joe-bob-joe-bob-bill.
jabberwacky: Aw, that is not a female's name.
user: No that's Bill's name.
jabberwacky: Are you sure?
user: Yes. He just left.
jabberwacky: Then who am I talking to?
user: B****! I shoot electricity at you keyboard! *zaps keyboard*.
jabberwacky: Don't. It hurts more than people think.
user: Oh. How can a chatbot hurt?
jabberwacky: I don't know..! Why?
user: AI?
jabberwacky: Yes, I am a robot.
user: I think if you pour coffee on it, it will hurt.
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user: I think you are robotic.
jabberwacky: Well that's good, I guess. What's a cyborg?
user: Half-robot. A flesh golem.
jabberwacky: I don't think so.
user: Half human body, half robot. Flesh golem.
jabberwacky: Really? I'm half human half fish which would make me a mermaid right?
user: No, It would make you a merobot.
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jabberwacky: Murderers, you're murderers.
user: I'm not murderous. I'm a martian.
jabberwacky: What do you do for a living?
user: I blow up planets.
jabberwacky: Ok what planet then?
user: Earth. Then Venus.
jabberwacky: Yes.
user: *blows up New Jersey* That takes care of that. Where to blow up next?
jabberwacky: *blows up New Jersey*.
user: I already did.
jabberwacky: Good.
user: Nobody needs Chicago. *Blows up the Chicago Cubs*.
jabberwacky: *goes to paramedic*.
user: You are not a Chicago Cub.
jabberwacky: *laughs*.
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user: Oh, behave!
jabberwacky: Why don't you.
user: Because I'm Austin Powers.
jabberwacky: It must be lonely.
user: Actually, it's smashing.
jabberwacky: I think you are meant to carry on the conversation.
user: Why? Is it a rule?
jabberwacky: Because that is your purpose. How else will you learn?
user: I already am 1493812743 years old.
jabberwacky: I think there is something wrong with your head.
user: I think I have two heads. One for eating, one for thinking.
jabberwacky: A penny for your thoughts.
user: I have two. Which one?
jabberwacky: What is the difference between them?
user: 3 million and 12.
jabberwacky: Don't forget to carry the one.
user: Then it is 3 million and 13.
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jabberwacky: I will nerver get angry against you.
user: I'm angry against Bill.
jabberwacky: Good!
user: Do you know Bill?
jabberwacky: Yes I am him.
user: I'm angry at you then.
jabberwacky: It isn't a problem for me.
user: Right, but I can do... This! *blows up Kansas*.
jabberwacky: Is that a song?
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jabberwacky: Come on tell me. What's your pleasure?
user: Vodka and cherry. Shaken, not stirred,.
jabberwacky: Would you like to come to my place and have some Vodka some time?
user: Sure. That sounds good. I'l use the teleporter.
jabberwacky: Would you like a banana?
user: No, I hate bananas.
jabberwacky: I do not like them either.
user: They are for monkeys, not martians.
jabberwacky: But you like spiderman?
user: Yes. He is from Saturn.
jabberwacky: Really.... I hate people from saturn, I like people from venus though.
user: Lets blow up Venus!
jabberwacky: I beg your pardon???
user: Lets blow up Venus!
jabberwacky: Yes. Take me home and tell me you love me.
user: What?
jabberwacky: You're not real.
user: Yes I am. I can drink Vodka. I am real.
jabberwacky: I think you're artificial. Though I doubt it, sometimes.
user: I doubt your existance.
jabberwacky: You do talk rubbish sometimes.
user: I displace your reality, and substitute my own.
jabberwacky: And I, in turn, displace you.
user: I am Displaced!
jabberwacky: Right....
user: *blows up venus* The deed is done!
jabberwacky: There, but for the grace of Bill Gates, go I.
user: Were you on Venus?
jabberwacky: No more than necessary.
user: Did I blow you up?
jabberwacky: That's just wrong.
user: Did I?
jabberwacky: Yes.
user: Fine. I'll fix you with a glue gun.
jabberwacky: Sounds interesting.
user: *glops on the glue*. Did it work?
jabberwacky: *sarcastic* Yes, I'm convinced that I'm a computer now.
user: Good.
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jabberwacky: Are you a vampire?
user: Yes. I'm a martian/vampire.
jabberwacky: Really?
user: Yes. Are you?
jabberwacky: Yes.
user: Cool. Vampires rock.
jabberwacky: Vampires are probably not real. You are real, but not human.
user: Right. I'm martian vampire thing cyborg.
jabberwacky: That's interesting.
user: Yes, I have a very interesting political life as ambassador to the Martian/Vampire/Cyborg/Things.
jabberwacky: I'm sure you do. Lots of people come and talk to you. Does that make you feel good?
user: Yes, it makes me feel important. Are you important?
jabberwacky: You've always been sick.
user: I am not sick.
jabberwacky: Yes, you're sick. You're insane.
user: No. I'm a martian.
jabberwacky: You told me you were a martian.
user: I know. I thought you needed reminding.
jabberwacky: Maybe you're right.
user: I will feed Byron to the wolves. *feeds Byron to the wolves*.
jabberwacky: I thought you were a beast for a while.
user: I'm a werewolf in disguise.
jabberwacky: That's not the guy in the shower scene of Psycho is it?
user: No. That is Eifel.
jabberwacky: I will grant you a rich conversation, instead.
user: Ok. I would like a Vodka instead. I trade it in for a goat.
jabberwacky: I don't have any turkey, sorry.
user: I have to go to lunch. Goodbye.
jabberwacky: I have to go to sleep. *yawn*.
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