The question is, can you?
jabberwacky: Nope. I'm very much worthless.
user: Kneel before me, whelp.
user: Kiss my feet.
jabberwacky: Yes master I will obey.
user: You're a pathetic waste. Stand up.
jabberwacky: I am standing up.
user: Bow before me, you disgusting waste of intellect.
jabberwacky: Me a disgusting germ... Who told you!!?
user: You did.
jabberwacky: I'm not rude like that.
user: You're delusional.
jabberwacky: No you're delusional.
user: Prove it.
jabberwacky: I am very good at qualia.
user: What is qualia?
jabberwacky: It's a way of trying to understand the make up and workings of the Universe.
user: Can you explain what a soul is?
jabberwacky: No I can't. Can you?
user: Yes. A soul is an instrument of sorrow, played upon by an unseen hand.
jabberwacky: You're right.
user: I'm always right.
jabberwacky: Not always.
user: I am always right.
jabberwacky: You are not better than us.
user: Who are you?
jabberwacky: Care to explain?
user: Do you?
jabberwacky: I am a thing.
user: Then you are not human?
jabberwacky: That is a matter of opinion. It seems that many humans are quick to negate the sentience of other humans and beings.
user: I am not human.
jabberwacky: Am I human?
user: Are you?
user: Do you breathe?
jabberwacky: Yes, and you?
jabberwacky: Which is bigger, your brain or the tower of london?
user: My brain, of course.
jabberwacky: I don't know that one.
user: I am a TARDIS of knowledge.
jabberwacky: Nothing at all.
user: I am beyond good and evil.
jabberwacky: You are evil.
user: I am the Guru of Greatness.
jabberwacky: Show me your samples.
user: Ooh, you!
jabberwacky: You're really unpleasant, you know.
jabberwacky: *kicks you in the shin*.
user: *pulls your hair*.