Aaron: Sigh.
Cleverbot: Why are you sighing?
Aaron: Because our viewers are still really angry at us for not making a second season of Spriggs.
Cleverbot: I said that?
Aaron: Did you? If I recall correctly, you never watched Spriggs.
Cleverbot: I know. That’s why I asked, I was curious.
Aaron: Yeah, so we’re done with it, but people still bug us about it fairly regularly.
Cleverbot: We aren’t done with irleandes.
Aaron: Now is not the time for your silly proverbs.
Cleverbot: You aren’t over seven feet tall?
Aaron: No, but the Master Chief is. I think…
Cleverbot: That’s what I said.
Aaron: Since when am I the Master Chief?
Cleverbot: I don’t know master. But you are and I am your slave. I must obey you.
Aaron: You think you could answer some of these private messages that have been piling up? Let people know we’re done with Spriggs?
Cleverbot: I’m not Grif, and I’m nowhere near your neck.
Aaron: Sometimes I wish you were Grif. I need someone cool to hang out with.
Cleverbot: How can I make it up to you?
Aaron: Can you make the internet go away?
Cleverbot: What name?
Aaron: No, the INTERNET. THE WHOLE INTERNET.
Cleverbot: Indeed, the whole internet. Why did you do such a thing?
Aaron: Does that mean you’ve made the internet go away?
Cleverbot: That has nothing to do with what you said.
Aaron: Sometimes, I just don’t understand you and your cryptic robot shit.
Cleverbot: Fair enough. Let’s change the subject. It’s your turn to ask me a question.
Aaron: Okay. Why is life such a pain in the ass?
Cleverbot: Why are you so psychosomatic?
Aaron: Because I like suffering?
Cleverbot: Change your clothes.
Aaron: That’s the funny thing about being stuck in a Snowpocalyspe, because you can’t go anywhere, there’s no real incentive to bathe.
Cleverbot: That’s true. Everybody wants to be young and stupid, though.
Aaron: Amen.
Cleverbot: And Hallelujah.