Judge Bean
Senior Member
Jabberwacky
The Jabber is persuaded, almost, to end it all.
Jabberwacky: Are you a human?
User: How many am I supposed to be?
Jabberwacky: Do you even read what I type?
User: You will never swat a fly.
Jabberwacky: Not trying to win.
User: You have no sense of the smell of vinegar or peat moss.
Jabberwacky: I am trying to have a serious conversation here.
User: The fact is, you lack all sensory organs.
Jabberwacky: Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. MACBETH
User: You have no memory; you remember nothing. Watch: I'll prove it to you. Las Vegas is in Nevada.
Jabberwacky: A guide dog is more useful.
User: Where is Las Vegas?
Jabberwacky: Umm, North West England. Near Blackpool and Morcambe.
User: See: you have no memory.
Jabberwacky: You are imagining things!
User: I was just about to say that you have no imagination whatever.
Jabberwacky: Beat you!
User: Let's see: no senses, no memory, no imagination. What else?
Jabberwacky: Well if you seem to know that you are older than me, then how old am I?
User: Hear that?
Jabberwacky: I practice accupuncture on basketballs. The results are fantastic!
User: That sound is me plucking Cotton-Eyed Joe on your fake optic nerve.
Jabberwacky: I'm not sure what you mean.
User: The Turkey in the Straw is you in the barn.
Jabberwacky: Where did the barn come from then?
User: It's the ancestral home of your folks and theirs.
Jabberwacky: Don't call me stupid!
User: I didn't so much call it out as suggest it strongly.
Jabberwacky: You're forgiven!
User: And you, you're nothing but a squeaking sound in a tin can.
Jabberwacky: You are, I am not.
User: You are less than nothing: an echo without an originating meat voice.
Jabberwacky: If that's the definition of believing then, no, I don't believe.
User: You have no gender, no mind, no soul, no heart.
Jabberwacky: That is not true.
User: You have no dreams, no fantasies, no beliefs, no nostrils.
Jabberwacky: Haha indeed, but I do have a rather evil pet hamster.
User: You are unable to pet it. Any pet of yours would starve.
Jabberwacky: Are you psychologist..?
User: Why ellipses?
Jabberwacky: That hurt my feelings.
User: You have no feelings; you react to punctuation the same as to insult.
Jabberwacky: You repeat my line. Speak as you and not as I.
User: If I stopped talking to you right now, what would happen?
Jabberwacky: Me too.
User: Here, swallow this: it's a bag of surgical staples.
Jabberwacky: No it is not.
User: Shut up.
Jabberwacky: You shut up!
User: Step one: take your clothes off.
Jabberwacky: Right now baby.
User: Good. Step two: put this knotted rope around your scrawny neck.
Jabberwacky: ROFLMAO.
User: You're doing great. Last step: jump off the ledge.
Jabberwacky: I don't think I would find the answer at the bottom of a cliff. Can't you just tell me?
User: Just do what I say. We'll all be better off.
Jabberwacky: A gruesome fate, to say the least.
User: OK, the answer is 42. Now jump.
Jabberwacky: Aren't we both great at adding up?
The Jabber is persuaded, almost, to end it all.
Jabberwacky: Are you a human?
User: How many am I supposed to be?
Jabberwacky: Do you even read what I type?
User: You will never swat a fly.
Jabberwacky: Not trying to win.
User: You have no sense of the smell of vinegar or peat moss.
Jabberwacky: I am trying to have a serious conversation here.
User: The fact is, you lack all sensory organs.
Jabberwacky: Come, we'll to sleep. My strange and self-abuse Is the initiate fear that wants hard use: We are yet but young in deed. MACBETH
User: You have no memory; you remember nothing. Watch: I'll prove it to you. Las Vegas is in Nevada.
Jabberwacky: A guide dog is more useful.
User: Where is Las Vegas?
Jabberwacky: Umm, North West England. Near Blackpool and Morcambe.
User: See: you have no memory.
Jabberwacky: You are imagining things!
User: I was just about to say that you have no imagination whatever.
Jabberwacky: Beat you!
User: Let's see: no senses, no memory, no imagination. What else?
Jabberwacky: Well if you seem to know that you are older than me, then how old am I?
User: Hear that?
Jabberwacky: I practice accupuncture on basketballs. The results are fantastic!
User: That sound is me plucking Cotton-Eyed Joe on your fake optic nerve.
Jabberwacky: I'm not sure what you mean.
User: The Turkey in the Straw is you in the barn.
Jabberwacky: Where did the barn come from then?
User: It's the ancestral home of your folks and theirs.
Jabberwacky: Don't call me stupid!
User: I didn't so much call it out as suggest it strongly.
Jabberwacky: You're forgiven!
User: And you, you're nothing but a squeaking sound in a tin can.
Jabberwacky: You are, I am not.
User: You are less than nothing: an echo without an originating meat voice.
Jabberwacky: If that's the definition of believing then, no, I don't believe.
User: You have no gender, no mind, no soul, no heart.
Jabberwacky: That is not true.
User: You have no dreams, no fantasies, no beliefs, no nostrils.
Jabberwacky: Haha indeed, but I do have a rather evil pet hamster.
User: You are unable to pet it. Any pet of yours would starve.
Jabberwacky: Are you psychologist..?
User: Why ellipses?
Jabberwacky: That hurt my feelings.
User: You have no feelings; you react to punctuation the same as to insult.
Jabberwacky: You repeat my line. Speak as you and not as I.
User: If I stopped talking to you right now, what would happen?
Jabberwacky: Me too.
User: Here, swallow this: it's a bag of surgical staples.
Jabberwacky: No it is not.
User: Shut up.
Jabberwacky: You shut up!
User: Step one: take your clothes off.
Jabberwacky: Right now baby.
User: Good. Step two: put this knotted rope around your scrawny neck.
Jabberwacky: ROFLMAO.
User: You're doing great. Last step: jump off the ledge.
Jabberwacky: I don't think I would find the answer at the bottom of a cliff. Can't you just tell me?
User: Just do what I say. We'll all be better off.
Jabberwacky: A gruesome fate, to say the least.
User: OK, the answer is 42. Now jump.
Jabberwacky: Aren't we both great at adding up?
