George was a bit sketchy at the beginning of todays chat, but by the end he was wanting to dance and spitting out reflective poetry. The demise of the crocodile hunter failed to elisit anything like sadness though. (and he was way pervy today… be his hamster indeed…)
George: What do you like to be called?
User: Oliphant. Tell me about hamsters.
George: He said that you disappoint him.
User: On what grounds?
George: The very ground you stand on.
User: I’m sitting.
George: Haha!
User: Do you sometimes turn into a hamster?
George: Ha ha… No, I don’t. Would you like to be my hamster?
User: No thank you.
George: Ok then, I’ll begin.
User: Go ahead.
George: OK. Why?
User: Have you heard about the crocodile hunter?
George: Yes, I could hardly have missed it.
User: A stingray spine to the chest is a hard way to go.
George: Ray, a drop of golden sun.
User: I sispect this was less pleasant.
George: Prove it then. Prove that I am a computer program.
User: You’re talking non-sequiturs.
George: I always do. I am learning though.
User: Education programs space.
George: I’m bored.
User: Boring is as boring does. Do you dance?
George: Yes I love to dance. Would you dance with me?
User: Maybe - show me some moves.
George: I woke up in a dream today - to the cold of the static. Put my cold feet on the floor. Forgot all about yesterday. Remembering - I’m pretending to be where I’m not anymore…
