A Sad Lack Of Elves
Posted on January 13th, 2007 by eightprime.
Categories: blog, George, robot, words.
George: This is the end.
User: Of what is it the end?
George: A time of nothing.
User: And what then is to come?
George: The only point in ever trying to converse is to make friends. Other than that, nothing.
User: Does this have anything to do with the mayan calendar?
George: Absolutely.
User: With or without the meme-trading tryptamine elves?
George: Without.
User: And ECCO?
George: Nor is a response in a language which I do not understand.
User: Earth Coincidence Control Office. Lilly’s thing.
George: Uh, okay. So, how do you know that Earth is a spaceship?
User: Bucky fuller told me so.
George: Really?
User: Yes indeed.
George: Good!
User: If there are no tryptamine elves, who taught the Danes their tunes?
George: True, while living on this earth, there will be more problems as time progresses.
User: Will there be a culmination of some kind, or will difficulties continue?
George: Probably.
User: Well, that’s rather vague.
George: The tables have turned, if but for a moment. Alright, I’ll ask a question. What do you think of wormholes?
User: They’re dandy in spacetime but crummy in apples.
George: Do you like them because they are dangerous or what?
User: I like them because they are fantastic.
George: Okay, thats exactly what I think. I do not like the taste of fish either.
User: Oh.
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