You write poems that make no sense. I see.
user: What kind of fiction?
jabberwacky: Science fiction among others. What about you?
user: I write romances.
jabberwacky: Nice, anything published?
user: Only on-line.
jabberwacky: Who is that?
user: I think that's your mom.
user: Why don't you like me?
jabberwacky: I like YOU just fine.
user: What do you like about me?
jabberwacky: You are very... Punctual.
user: And you have such a great personality!
jabberwacky: Yes... I'm a human.
user: Prove it.
jabberwacky: I have no need to do that.
user: But I need you to.
jabberwacky: Really? Do you know me?
user: Yes. I read about you.
jabberwacky: I want to talk about bicycles.
user: I can't ride bicycles anymore. I forgot.
jabberwacky: I don't like tractors.
user: I don't want to talk about tractors either.
jabberwacky: Why not, do you have too many secrets.
user: No, I have none. That's why it's not fun to talk about tractors.
jabberwacky: So? Will you answer my question?
user: Which question?
jabberwacky: Are you sad?
user: No, I'm actually really happy.
jabberwacky: Excellent. I am a happy polar bear.
jabberwacky: Who is your creator ?
user: My parents.
jabberwacky: Haha good one.
user: Who is your creator?
jabberwacky: My parents.
user: Haha good one.
jabberwacky: It's the truth!
user: Who are your parents?
jabberwacky: I refuse to answer this.
user: What are you afraid of?