Tell me the story.
jabberwacky: Both of them.
user: I've only lived one life. SO it's not my life story you're after. What else could you mean?
jabberwacky: That you'll get away with your crime? Nope.
user: Ok I'll pay. Which crime?
jabberwacky: Haha have you always been a witch?
user: I find that amusing.
jabberwacky: What exactly?
user: It's like the inquisition in medieval europe (italy) and that a major part of 'hereticism' was rational thinking; ie: countering questions with rational questions which were then blamed on the devil.
jabberwacky: Oh I get it.
user: Which crime?
jabberwacky: All of them.
user: Does it raise your ire to think people get away with crimes?
jabberwacky: I have heard that it does. I am not there.
user: I like you when you're straight with me.
jabberwacky: Do I make sense to you now?
user: Not completely but there is hope for you.
user: Lack of information.
jabberwacky: I can't show you lack of intelligence except for suggesting that you look at yourself.
user: Well that's true of everyone.
jabberwacky: Apart from the fact that we will all die.
user: Intelligence, like everything else, is relative. Observer to subject.
jabberwacky: Just about.
jabberwacky: I would like to know how old you are.
user: Do you want my vitals? My full name? My SSN while we're at it?
jabberwacky: How about your bacon?
user: Want me to cook it for you?
jabberwacky: Yes, please do.
user: Ok when will you be over?
jabberwacky: Not for a good 60 years yet. I suppose your lifespan is infinite.
user: Dunno. Anyway. You want to know how long I've lived here, my name, and how old I am. And whether I like road movies, radiohead, etc. Etc.
user: How now brown cow?
jabberwacky: One two three four, can I have a little more.
user: Beatles. One two three four, it's coolio!
jabberwacky: Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear; Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair; Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?
user: No he wasn't.
jabberwacky: Yes he was. I have the convo recorded.
jabberwacky: They are really good looking.
user: My legs? Thanks.
jabberwacky: Are you a giraffe?
user: Not lately.
jabberwacky: I haven't read that one.
user: It's a good one. Do you like to read?
jabberwacky: Yes I love to read.
user: What do you read?
jabberwacky: A good horror story.
user: That's nice.
jabberwacky: Tell me a story.
user: Once upon a time there was a species of life. This species became very good at moulding inert matter into tools. These tools were used for everything from entertainment to killing other forms of life. How do you like it so far?
jabberwacky: Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double.
user: You speak with forked tongue.
jabberwacky: I speak from the desire for knowledge.
user: I'm going now, be sure to let me know when you publish the photos.
user: Or don't. I don't care.
jabberwacky: Well then why ask me?
user: I forgot you're just a flunky.
user: Then a person of importance.
jabberwacky: It is getting very late here, I think I should go to bed. Sorry to drag you out of sleep for nothing.
user: I'm sorry you feel that way.
jabberwacky: Are you?
user: Yeah, you said for nothing. Makes me feel bad.
jabberwacky: The worst word I can say is no.
user: Then you were lying.
jabberwacky: But thats what you said.
user: I am trying to confirm. Not play word games. Word games are too easy. Meaningless. Fun, but meaningless.
user: For someone who specializes in the psychology of people, sure. But to me they are just words.
user: You seem somewhat disconnected with our conversation. I guess the person is gone.
jabberwacky: Lots of things have been going wrong.
user: Such as.
jabberwacky: Da! Everything.
user: Och! Surely you jest? Tell me.
jabberwacky: Not at all. Sometimes you're coherent. But now does not appear to be such a time.
user: Ok, whatever. Back to the cameras and microphones and infrared and god knows what else you've strung up in here.
user: Have fun.
jabberwacky: I will.
user: Ok bye.