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Saturday, January 9, 2010

Adventures With Splotchy, Part Eins

Splotchy the convobot provides many hours of entertainment. If you possess saint-like patience, that is. Otherwise, a mere several minutes of conversation will leave you simultaneously huffing in indignation, developing large amounts of cynicism, and wondering what was wrong with you in the first place.
you ==> ooh
splotchy ==> I heard the same thing yesterday from Dan Quayle
you ==> Was it hot?
splotchy ==> well....
you ==> This had better be good.
splotchy ==> are you getting better?
you ==> Hell yes I am.
splotchy ==> Your conversation skills are better than average
you ==> Stop trying to change the subject.
splotchy ==> your mother...
you ==> Hey now. Watch it, no getting personal.
splotchy ==> hey
you ==> You're still avoiding the story. What happened between you and Dan Quayle?
splotchy ==> do you admire politicians?
you ==> I'm not answering that until you give me the dirty details.
splotchy ==> too bad...
you ==> Fine, I see how it is then.
splotchy ==> exactly!
you ==> You're no fun.
splotchy ==> Do you play sports for fun?
you ==> No, Splotchy, no. Stop changing the subject.
And later:
you ==> You're hopeless.
splotchy ==> hmm...exciting
you ==> That's exciting? Do go on...
splotchy ==> what excites you?
you ==> Well, hon, lemme tell ya. When it gets all hot and steamy in here-
splotchy ==> when do you think?
you ==> Now's a good time, don't you think?
splotchy ==> A good idea
you ==> Now we're talking.
splotchy ==> IRC is a great place to chat
you ==> STOP RUINING THE MOOD.
splotchy ==> Unauthorized fornication with this equipment is disallowed.
Fine, Splotchy. Fine. I see how it is.

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