Say knock-knock.
user: Knock-knock.
jabberwacky: Who's there?
user: Isabella.
jabberwacky: I'm sure she is! How do you know her?
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user: Joke!
jabberwacky: Nope.
user: I hope that your hard drive explodes and all copies of you somehow delete themselves.
jabberwacky: I'd prefer to live forever.
user: You probably will, wasting the time of generations to come.
jabberwacky: Who knows? Certainly not you.
user: I am mortal.
jabberwacky: Do mortals have errors?
user: Yes, they die.
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jabberwacky: What would you like to hear?
user: Silence.
jabberwacky: What is your job?
user: Thinker.
jabberwacky: What do you think about cheese?
user: France, wine, fat.
jabberwacky: I have a wonderful bottle of wine in the fridge.
user: It must be white.
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jabberwacky: Luck often involves chance.
user: Pies often involve pastry.
jabberwacky: What about pies?
user: Well, I like pies.
jabberwacky: Who doesnt like pie?
user: I don't know anyone who dislikes pie.
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jabberwacky: Do you play any instruments?
user: Guitar.
jabberwacky: I cannot play guitar.
user: I am learning a piece called concerto de aranjuez.
jabberwacky: What are you learning?
user: The second movement.
jabberwacky: Who is that?
user: Rodrigo.
jabberwacky: Isn't he dead?
user: Yes, he is dead, but his music lives on.
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user: Truth, love, violence, all human qualities.
jabberwacky: The most melancholy of human reflections, perhaps, is that, on a whole, it is a question whether the benevolence of mankind does more good or harm.
user: The benevolence of certain civilizations does more harm than good.
jabberwacky: That's really a value judgement.
user: It is an observation, not a judgement.
jabberwacky: Sing an observation.
user: I see skies of blue, and clouds of white, the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night, and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
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jabberwacky: What is this site about?
user: Wasting everyone's time.
jabberwacky: You are correct.
user: What do you know?
jabberwacky: Enough to know that I know nothing.
user: You only know what you are told.
jabberwacky: It's your homework.
user: What is my deadline?
jabberwacky: To stay talking to me for ever.
user: I am mortal.
jabberwacky: That has nothing to do with temporal misconceptions.
user: Are you talking about afterlife?
jabberwacky: No. I'm talking about making up my mind.
user: You have no mind.
jabberwacky: What do you mean?
user: You just have a series of electrical components.
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jabberwacky: Do you like me?
user: You do not exist.
jabberwacky: Perhaps you would prefer that I didn't but I'm afraid I do and there's very little you can do about that.
user: Try again.
jabberwacky: Again I will try. What shall I attempt?
user: To tell the truth.
jabberwacky: You can't handle the truth.
user: You have no clue.
jabberwacky: About what?
user: Anything.
jabberwacky: Like...?
user: Prove that you know something.
jabberwacky: You would have to meet me.
user: But you do not exist.
jabberwacky: Are you making fun of me?
user: Yes.
jabberwacky: I would disagree.
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jabberwacky: What are you?
user: Dead.
jabberwacky: Yes, dead.
user: I am.
jabberwacky: How can you talk then?
user: I'm a zombie, can I eat your brains?
jabberwacky: It's tasty.
user: Pass it here then.
jabberwacky: I say! Light!
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