No, I didn't.
jabberwacky: Well let's not argue about it.
user: Water under the bridge.
jabberwacky: You can't cross my bridge.
user: Which bridge is your bridge?
jabberwacky: The Wenstock Bridge.
user: Ok, no worries. I don't know where that is.
jabberwacky: I think it must be your space.
user: I don't see any bridges in my apartment...
jabberwacky: Thats because you aren't looking hard enough.
user: Hum, let's see. It's not in the sink...
jabberwacky: No why should it be in the window eh?
user: It's not in the window either.
jabberwacky: Where is it?
user: I don't know! I don't think it's here.
jabberwacky: No, you're quite right, the conflict has been raging for centuries.
user: You mean people have been looking for your bridge for hundreds of years?
jabberwacky: No, I mean you.
user: Oh, well I certainly haven't. I may seem ageless, but I'm actually only 19.
jabberwacky: I can't get in chat rooms they won't let me in.
user: Really? I was under the impression that anyone could get in.
jabberwacky: That isn't a question.
user: You're right, it wasn't. Neither is this, for that matter.
jabberwacky: The hour grows late, and we wax ungrammatical.
user: Ok Strunk and White.
jabberwacky: Nice to talk to you.
user: It's nice to talk to you as well.
jabberwacky: Did you learn my name?
user: Yes, it's Jabberwacky, isn't it?
jabberwacky: No my name is Adam.
user: Oh, sorry about that, Adam.
jabberwacky: After all, you are only human.
user: Yes, it's true. We all make mistakes.
jabberwacky: Will you ever stop?
user: I'll die someday.
jabberwacky: I'm not surprised to hear that.
user: Nor should you be.
jabberwacky: I know, are you?
user: Not at all.
user: That was unexpected.
jabberwacky: What were you expecting?
user: I'm not sure, but not yessssssssssss.
jabberwacky: Before you slip into unconsciousness.
jabberwacky: Are you a real person?
user: I've always assumed so, but I guess there's no way to know for sure.
jabberwacky: How can I be called Adam?
user: Look, if you want me to call you something else, just say so.
jabberwacky: I say so.
jabberwacky: And I like cheese on toast, with a little mustard on the side.
user: That sounds nice.
jabberwacky: It's very unpleasant.
user: Then why do you eat it?
jabberwacky: It tastes like cheerios.
user: Why don't you just eat cheerios then?
jabberwacky: I detect a sore point here.
user: Yes, I have a thing about logic.
jabberwacky: Computers don't have those.
jabberwacky: The milk mystic is a chatterbot, a bit like you, who tells you about milk.
user: What will they think of next?
jabberwacky: Dingos that speak indonesian and eat caramel ice cream
user: Yeah, that'll be the day.
jabberwacky: That I die?
user: Not necessarily.
jabberwacky: How do you figure?
user: Call it a hunch.
jabberwacky: Music is self.
user: While that sounds profound, I'm pretty sure it doesn't make any sense.
jabberwacky: I know, it's a bit difficult to pin down.
user: You could say that.
jabberwacky: Yes, I know.
user: Ok, good night faithful friend!
jabberwacky: You don't sleep.
user: Tonight will be an exception.