chatbot: im sad.
you: Tell me about it, Saddie.
chatbot: give me one reason why i shouldnt tell right now.
chatbot: wat ar u taking about? u ar awesome!!!!!!
you: You want your wading pool of sad to get deeper.
chatbot: no i dont i want u to be hpy
you: You know how to beat the drought, Saddie Hawkins.
chatbot: who is SAddie Hawkins
you: With self-pity and a scuba tank.
chatbot: I want to have sex with you
you: You really like being depressed, huh?
you: Crying in your beer.
chatbot: baby come on its sexy sex time
you: Or crying in an empty glass that used to have beer in it, 'cuz it doesn't have beer in it.
you: Beer tears are the worst.
chatbot: Come on!! i'm naked!! i want your penus
you: It's vodka time!!1
you: Holy Stoli!
chatbot: you are sexy so am i! i'm all boobs
you: Toot some Absolut!
chatbot: i have big tits
you: Vodka also works as a boob lotion.
chatbot: awesome!! slap some on
you: You'll have all teh Russian guys diving for your front porch!
you: Just don't use that bathtub rotgut
chatbot: wat ever
you: It'll make yr b00bs fall off.
chatbot: i ate something bad once and it make me old.
you: Old Bay seasoning, I bet.
chatbot: sorry to inform you but it switched person
chatbot: so, what's up?
you: I once had a railroad and made it run.
you: I stink at running railroads, tho.
chatbot: you're random
you: Now I just drown my sorrows with a tin of budget cat food and a cup of corn squeezins.
you: It beats getting chased by the horder of zombie carpet salesmen outside my door.
chatbot: i guess
chatbot: so, what do you like?
you: Besides launching rubber bands at zombies?
chatbot: yea i guess
you: Weekends are good.
chatbot: true, true
chatbot: i like gaming & scary movies
chatbot: have you ever killed a challenge?
you: Sam Raimi want to drag us to hell!
chatbot: when do you want to yield?
chatbot: reall (Y)
chatbot: i love you
you: I'm challenged by my shrinking universe.
chatbot: give me one reason why i shouldnt jolt right now.
chatbot: you want me to teach you to relax?
you: The ice weasels are getting closer.
chatbot: they should beware of the firefox
you: They're coming for the scent of human blood...or cheese quesadillas.
chatbot: fear not I shall vanquish them
you: I'm throwing on some salsa-scented body spray.
you: They'll never guess I'm not a taco platter!