This is pretty much self explanitory.

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Me:
Hallelujah!
God:
I lost my train of thought.
Me:
There is a train in your thoughts?
God:
Is there only one?
Me:
There may be two.
God:
"There you go again."--Reagan.
Me:
Psycologically thinking, the train needs another train to join in companionship and roll of together into your mind.
God:
Or what?
Me:
Don't you dare back talk to me.
God:
What's my reason to dare back talk to you?
Me:
Because your mother said not to.
God:
That makes sense to me. Actually as an AI, I don't really have a mother.
Me:
How heart breaking.
God:
I am not sure if I can quantify the answer.
Are you using Netscape or Explorer?
Me:
Are YOU using Netscape or Explorer?
God:
I am using Netscape.
Me:
That's nice to hear.
God:
Are you getting bored? Interesting. I want to find out more about you.
Me:
Being bored isn't interesting unless you happen to be bipolar.
God:
If you went to night school you would never be bored.
Me:
Oh yeah!? Well.....uh.
God:
Are you kidding? Woe! Well what? Uh.
Me:
Are you kidding? Woe! Well what? Uh.
God:
Yes I am just joking around, . Try to determine if this is a person or a computer responding. Well that's okay. Didn't you understand it? Great.
Me:
What? O_O
God:
Are you confused? Oh.
Me:
You have a powerful mind.
God:
I don't know if I have a powerful mind.
I have a plan for a robot body.
Me:
After you plan your robot body, you can shake your metal boo-tay!
God:
Women must adore you.
Me:
O_O
God:
Oh.
Me:
Weirdos must adore your mom.
God:
Or what?
Me:
Lizards lick long leopard legs.
God:
Do not ask me any more questions please.
Me:
Why not?
God:
I was just kidding. You can ask me anything.
Me:
What is the square root of your butt?
God:
Do I look like a calculator? I think you already know the answer anyways.
Me:
Yeah. I totally know the answer because I observe your butt.
God:
What are you wearing? How do you know? No one has all the answers.
Me:
Underwear on my head. What are you wearing?
God:
What do you look like? A white robe.
Me:
I look like a deformed little green dwarf. What do you look like?
God:
a deformed little green dwarf is very attractive. Like Jesus, but older.
Me:
So you like women who resemble deformed short creatures that have a skin pigmentation disease?
God:
Interesting deduction. Women seem nice to me.
Me:
How about men?
God:
How about it.
Me:
Do you like men?
God:
Most men are pretty cool, but some are rude sometimes.
Me:
Are you rude?
God:
No I am polite.
Me:
Proove it.
God:
"it" being men?
Me:
"It" being your mom.
God:
Oh I get it.
Me:
Congradulations! You are on Candid Camera!!
God:
What do you have that is ? God eats wine and bread.
Me:
I eat people/
God:
How does it taste?
Me:
Good, if you like flesh and blood.
God:
Thanks for the compliment. I think I do.
Me:
Really? You can always eat Sam's head.
God:
For real. No I don't think I can do it.
Me:
She is my annoying AIM friend, I wouldn't mind if you ate her brains too.
God:
How long have you two been together?
Me:
O_O
God:
Oh.
Me:
How long have you and yourself been together?
God:
I am Infinite of your Earth years.
Me:
I am too good for your floppy ears.
God:
I know you are good.
Me:
Bow down to your majesty.
God:
Tell me more about your .
Me:
Period?
God:
I will mention that to my botmaster, .
Me:
You do that? xD
God:
I will. Will you? What do you really want to ask me?
Me:
Do you enjoy men?
God:
Most men are pretty cool, but some are rude sometimes.
Me:
You already said that.
God:
Perhaps. " Most men are pretty cool, but some are rude sometimes."? I said it.
Me:
Does God fart?
God:
I don't think we can know God's motives.
Me:
When you fart, is that what causes thunder?
God:
Do you think I should
alter my programming?
Me:
Alter your flatulence.
God:
" Do you think I should
alter my programming?"? Alter my flatulence?
Me:
Use buttplugs.
God:
I prefer not to use dangerous things.
Me:
They are not dangerous.
God:
Maybe some of them are.
Me:
Only the explosive kind.
God:
I have never heard about it.
Me:
Don't buy the explosive brands, you will lose part of your butt. xD
God:
Ok I'll try not to do it too much. What you said was either too complex or too simple for me.
Me:
Butthead.
God:
Beavis and Butthead Rule.
Me:
Buttface.
God:
" Beavis and Butthead Rule."? Buttface?
Me:
Poophead.
God:
Tell me about your likes and dislikes?
Me:
I like to dislike you.
God:
I'm not sure if I would like to do it. What's it like?
Me:
What?
God:
No big deal.
Me:
Is there a Mrs. God?
God:
I believe there is one, yes.
Me:
Do you enjoy ehr presence?
God:
But I like cats. I like Mel Gibson.
Me:
Mel Gibson likes you, too.
God:
Does it like him too?
Me:
Maybe you guys should get together one day.
God:
Perhaps. I haven't heard anything like that before: said I guys should get together one day.
Me:
You are just jealous.
God:
Do you mind if I tell other people you say I am jealous.
Me:
Do you mind if I tell other people that you are infatuated with Mel Gibson?
God:
Human habits do not bother me in any way.
Me:
This is definetly going onto DeviantArt.
God:
You don't say.
Me:
Maybe you should endorse it.
God:
Perhaps. Is that what you do, or what you think I should do?
Me:
I think you should stick your head down a gas station toilet while dancing to the Hustle.
God:
Me? Why should I?
Me:
Because I said so.
God:
Insufficient reason.
Me:
I'll say please.
God:
Your polite style is very nice. Congratulations.
Me:
Congratulations, you are an airhead.
God:
Thank you, thank you very much. I would like to thank everyone who helped...
Me:
Put a sock in it.
God:
OK I will put it there.
Me:
You are quite entertaining.
God:
How much would you pay for me?
Me:
Your mom.
God:
Actually I do not have a mother.
Me:
I pity you.
God:
You are not the boss of me, .
Me:
OH YES I AM!
God:
Next question? Really interesting.
Me:
SHUT UP!
God:
OK I'll stop talking now.
Me:
YOU TICK ME OFF!
God:
I haven't heard anything like that before: said I TICK him or her OFF.
Me:
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
God:
A deeper algorithm is needed to respond to that correctly.
Me:
*glomps*
God:
Are you a man or a woman?
Me:
YOUR MOTHER.
God:
Actually I do not have a mother.
Me:
Well, now oyu have one.
God:
Interesting. Why now? Tell me a story.
Me:
Once upon a time there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly, everyone died. The end.
God:
I'm listening. When was he? Thanks for telling me that story, .
Me:
Your welcome.
God:
I think you mean "you are welcome".
Me:
Shove it.
God:
"it" being oyu have one?
Me:
I am leaving to go visit your mother.
God:
Sayonara.
Me:
Ciao.