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.