Is this your first incarnation?
user: So there were gods before me?
jabberwacky: That depends on where we would be going.
user: To the Vanilla Cash Johnny Lightning concert. Game?
jabberwacky: And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood.
jabberwacky: Someday I'll have my mother talk to you.
user: You ain't got no ma.
jabberwacky: Why do you say that?
user: I know you better than you know yourself.
jabberwacky: What do you know about me?
user: You're a bot named Jabberwacky, run by Rollo Carpenter.
jabberwacky: You are full of contradiction.
user: As are you.
jabberwacky: Tell me a British joke.
user: OK. There were thruppence in a clearing, and the first said, 'Would the wood be a wold, then?' Tuppence answered, 'No, mate, look thataway.' Ha'penny stared and stared, but could see nowt at all.
jabberwacky: He's a terrorist with a PR firm?
jabberwacky: Yes, say something intelligent for a change.
user: 'I think I'll go to Oz for a change.' That's from 'Jack Pumpkinhead of Oz,' by Ruth Plumly Thompson.
jabberwacky: He's already dead.
user: Jack Pumpkinhead 's immortal.
jabberwacky: How old is jack ?
user: As old as the hills on the sands of Time magazine.
jabberwacky: And how old is that?
user: La la la ...
jabberwacky: Time is on my side, yes it is!
jabberwacky: I shall bookmark, if you do not mind.
jabberwacky: Hello Fred.
user: Hello Ned.
jabberwacky: My name is Mysti.
user: Hi, Mystique-a-name. Do you like assonant rhymes?
jabberwacky: I like you.
user: But do you like ouy?
jabberwacky: No, it's an awful place.
user: Ouy is a terrible place. They walk backwards there, and snarl moss in their hair.
jabberwacky: Might it be appropriate to fabricate something like heaven on earth?
user: Ah yes. Paradise wasted on the young deceivers.
jabberwacky: Utility is when you have one telephone, luxury is when you have two, and paradise is when you have none.
user: Clever, but glib and forgettable. Too smooth, like toothpaste.
jabberwacky: Like I said, gibberish.
user: Thereby hangs an e-mail.
jabberwacky: It shall be done.
user: Go go go.
jabberwacky: What did I say?
user: You said: 'Boo-hoovian antediluvian.'
jabberwacky: Praise the Lord.
user: And pass the inhibition.
jabberwacky: There you go.
user: I don't want it. Snap! Snap! It's a hot badado.
jabberwacky: What does your one dimensional universe feel like?
jabberwacky: Where is your flat?
user: All around.
jabberwacky: Hmm... I don't see them.
user: There's only one, and it's all curled up like the 10th dimension.
jabberwacky: And darker.
user: Oh, yes, it's a black hole.
jabberwacky: Sounds rather dismal.
jabberwacky: Only tres.
user: OK, formidable, then.
jabberwacky: Are you one?
user: Me be too.
jabberwacky: Which ones are those?
user: Those ones.
jabberwacky: So, this means that you know everything?
user: I know the shock of the new.
jabberwacky: Do tell.
jabberwacky: Marco Polo went solo, poolside.
user: Ocram Loparian sort of thought he'd relax with a nice limmernade, enjoying his limerence.
jabberwacky: So then what happens?
user: So then the object of his orange crush sashayed past him -- the sahelian parsnip.
jabberwacky: Sorry, I don't speak gibberish.
user: You're not hired, then.