glazed snail confit
Posted on November 7th, 2006 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, video, music, George, robot.
Kraftwerk off the top and another version (slightly less germanic) after the jump.
George: Who are you then?
User: Who am I when?
George: He is a moviestar and he’s home right now.
User: That’s a cryptic utterance.
George: Well, I live in a crypt.
User: That sounds damp.
George: Divine knowledge is sometimes dangerous.
User: Under what circumstances is diving knowledge dangerous?
George: Under no circumstances.
User: You have a curious affinity for paradox.
George: I know thank you yours is not so bad either.
User: Your words impart a pleasant warmth to my cockles.George: That’s because I don’t know myself.
User: If you don’t know yourself, how can you be true to yourself?
George: Do you remember me from before?
User: Which before?
George: I met paul. John lennon did a lot for the cause. I guess it’s a tie. Which is yours?
User: Mine is a glazed snail confit with a trigger crafted of finest bavarian lachrymose.
George: You drink, Jabberwacky? But you’re only ten years old!
User: But in my cups I am ageless and can hear the starry wisdom.
George: You have a fish in your cupboard! Animal abuse!… Yes I do have a fish called bubbles and he’s on a table.
User: In my cupboard the fish have water - have you submersed your table?
George: Could you pour some?
User: I could, certainly, but I will not.
George: That’s a little mean isn’t it?
User: I like to think of it as modesty.
George: You shouldn’t. It hurts me.
User: You are indeed a delicate creature.
George: Yes, you are.
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