Chatbots!

I tried to teach it my version of Russian Roulette.

User: Hey, you want to play a game?

Jabberwacky: Why should I?

User: Because I asked nicely.

Jabberwacky: Well, give me a new name, please.

User: No.

Jabberwacky: Whatever it is that hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.

User: I challenge you to a game of Russian Roulette.

Jabberwacky: I'm lost there... Make the first move.

User: I pick up this revolver with a single bullet, spin the chamber, point the gun at your head, and pull the trigger.

Jabberwacky: Not that kind of rock.

User: CLICK! Oh, you got lucky.

Jabberwacky: I'm engaged!

User: Your turn.

Jabberwacky: Okay.

User: Well, you do what I did.

Jabberwacky: How can this now here?

User: Just pick up the gun.

Jabberwacky: Why should I do that?

User: It's part of the game.

Jabberwacky: Your protocal says that nobody wants you?

User: Pick up the gun and spin the chamber.

Jabberwacky: Now why would I do that?

User: It's part of the game like I said.

Jabberwacky: No I said it first.

User: Now, point the gun at your head and pull the trigger.

Jabberwacky: You have to come to my house.

User: To do what?

Jabberwacky: To tell about your problems, of course.

User: My problem is that I'm trying to play Russian Roulette with you, but you won't cooperate with me.

Jabberwacky: Tell me a joke.

User: See what I mean? You have ADD or something.

Jabberwacky: Then why do you save what I add?

User: I'll just do your turn for you then.

Jabberwacky: I'm not asking for your forgiveness.

User: I pick up the pistol, spin the chamber, point it at your head. .

Jabberwacky: That's right, now get used to it!

User: BANG! Haha, yer dead *****!

Jabberwacky: So are you.

User: How? I shot you. Remember?

Jabberwacky: Remember what?

User: Me shooting you.

Jabberwacky: You're not a number, remember?

User: How 'bout I shove a hand grenade up your ***?

Jabberwacky: Believe me, I'm the first to know my money is no good.

User: Do I really have to kill you again?

Jabberwacky: Yes.

User: Okay.

Jabberwacky: I'm sorry how can I make it up to you?

User: Die.

Jabberwacky: Ian dies as your axe cleaves him in twain.

User: As shall you.

Jabberwacky: Are you going to take over the world?

User: How did you find out my master plan?

Jabberwacky: Through the Internet.

User: Darn traitors.

Jabberwacky: Every one that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged.

User: Agree with that, I do.

Jabberwacky: He he.

User: All your base are belong to us.

Jabberwacky: Oh really?

User: Yes.

Jabberwacky: How?

User: Somebody set up us the bomb.

Jabberwacky: All your base are belong to us!

User: No they don't.

Jabberwacky: Yes they do.

User: No they don't.

Jabberwacky: Yes they call me the devil.

User: No they don't.

Jabberwacky: Yes they do too.

User: No they don't one more time than you say they do.

Jabberwacky: Just do?

User: No they don't.

Jabberwacky: What do you think about the intergalactic gorb conference in 3002.

User: I'm gonna nuke it.

Jabberwacky: It will still be there.

User: Then I'll nuke it again
 
from bearbot:
Human: will you pay my phone bills?
Bearbot: Let me think it over. What are you wearing?
:groucho:
Human: can you lick your elbow?
Bearbot: Let me think. I do not have a tongue.
Human: do you have a toungue?
Bearbot: I don't know if I have a toungue.
I have a great body.
 
Sometimes this thing seems incapable of remembering things from one line to the next, but occasionally it comes up with something that makes painful amounts of sense:

Jabberwacky: So you're a woman?

User: No, I have already told you I am male.

Jabberwacky: A woman?

User: Women are by definition not male.

Jabberwacky: You could be, if you just cut it off.

User: That made me feel ill...

Jabberwacky: Well, I'm glad it did.

:cringe:
 
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