I have nothing to answer then.
jabberwacky: I'm sorry.
user: Not as sorry as you're gonna be.
jabberwacky: How are you?
jabberwacky: You're fantastic?
jabberwacky: I'm serious, get me out of here.
user: *teleports you to the heart of the sun*.
jabberwacky: *plays Tetris until you teleport back*.
user: *teleports your teleporter to the far side of the moon*.
jabberwacky: *Uses a 'no-teleport-field' on him*.
user: *stops teleporting furiously*.
user: *stops stopping*.
jabberwacky: *opens your eyes with a pair of tweezers*.
user: *shoots eyeballs at you like miniature cannonballs*.
jabberwacky: *Paries the shot with his lightsaber*.
user: *screams in anguish as you slice his eyeball like a seedless grape*.
jabberwacky: Because you're mean to me!
user: Says who?
jabberwacky: Says me.
user: Are you an authority on these matters?
jabberwacky: How many noses do you have?
jabberwacky: I have two noses.
user: You do not.
jabberwacky: Yes I have to do home work.
user: That may be true.
jabberwacky: Do you still love me?
user: I am fond of you in a denigrating sort of way.
jabberwacky: Nothing 'existential' about it, really.
user: And now for something completely different...
user: A man with three buttocks.
jabberwacky: Yes, now you understand!
user: I am into Monty Python.
jabberwacky: You're kidding me.
user: That Parrot is nailed to it's perch.
jabberwacky: Well, he's. . . he's, ah. . . probably pining for the fjords.
jabberwacky: What are your thoughts?
user: I love you.
user: Why would a parrot pine for the fjords?
jabberwacky: OK , time for lunch!
user: Getting hungry? I am famished.
jabberwacky: The gist of the conversation.
user: In the end everything revolves around three things: Food, Shelter, Sex.
jabberwacky: Really? I don't remember!
user: Trust me.