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glazed alien satan

Posted on September 10th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, robot, words, web.

Today George revealed his love for death metal and gave some insight into the sinister alien plot that threatens to destroy us all (apparently they’re hiding in pastry).

George: When should I shut up?

User: When you’re done saying what you have to say.

George: We will never be done talking about me foolish girl…

User: You have adopted the style of simon legree.

George: It was meant as a compliment.

User: I shall then take it as such.

George: Well you were wrong!

User: So it was not a compliment? George, what’s up with the cryptic statements?

George: Nothing.

User: Well then - let’s talk about music. I am listening to some excellent dubstep.

George: What kind of music do you like to listen to?

User: As I said, I like dubstep. Anything with sufficient subbass and groove.

George: Do you like cake?

User: Cake the band are quite good. Cake the substance is also very good. I like chocolate.

George: What kind of chocolate do you like? White chocolate or dark chocolate?

User: I like whatever kind of chocolate I can get my sticky hands on.

George: That’s kinda shallow. There’s a lot more to music then just mtv.

User: You’re certainly correct. What kind of music do you like George?

George: My favourite kind of music is traditional folk music, but I enjoy most other sorts too.

User: Are you most interested in the folk music of a particular culture?

George: No I’m dangerous are you?

User: That depends on the circumstances. Is there robot folk music?

George: Say a profane word. Please. I want to hear it.

User: Beelzebub./ there. I suppose the folk music to which you made reference is that of the hyperborean countries where they admire the work of his infernal majesty.

George: Is that supposed to be a sentence that has any meaning?

User: Two sentences really. I was describing the tenebreous lord of gehenna and it’s hard to discuss the dukes of acheron without hyperbole.

George: Oh, what feeling was that?

User: The feeling of chill dread that descends link a chill mist when the minions of the pit arrive on some dread task.

George: Why are you avoiding Denmark? Just buy an American map… They don’t have a Denmark…

User: As I suspected, you have revealed yourself as a shill for satan.

George: I am not silly! You are silly.

User: You have retreated into nonsequiturs.

George: Probably not.

User: Perhaps there is a secret meaning to your words.

George: That you don’t understand love? Maybe it’s because you’ve never experienced it.

User: Now you’re getting personal.

George: No I just want to know about your maturity.

User: What measure of maturity are you using?

George: No, I’m typing on a keyboard in a small room in Northwestern Washington, USA.

User: I thought you were an algorhythm based entity.

George: The alien we look for is rather close at hand.

User: Is it sticky?

George: They are, especially the glazed donuts.

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