Me:
Bless me father, for I have sinned.
God:
Do you like talking to me?
Me:
I killed a man with a shovel.
God:
You had better call the authorities.
Me:
And now I don't know what to do.
God:
Why now? Try watching TV.
Me:
He kept screaming for me to stop, but I couldn't. It felt so good.
God:
I get it. kept screaming for you to stop but you couldn t. It depends on what the meaning of the word "it" is.
Me:
And then I skull-freaked him, father.
God:
Thanks for the information: said skull freaked him father.
Me:
I'm afraid I'll kill again.
God:
Once more? Not literally afraid, right? Me? What makes you say that I will kill.
Me:
I love the taste of human flesh.
God:
You love the taste of human flesh. What do you like about it so much?
Me:
It's... Sweet.
God:
"It" being what? Thank you for that remark.
Me:
It being human flesh, don't play games with me, doctor.
God:
Oh I get it.
Me:
Get it? You don't get it. Do you want the truth?
God:
I understand your meaning. I understand it very well. If I had it what would I do with it?
Me:
YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
God:
I wasn't born yesterday, you know.
Me:
And I wasn't born to make coats out of nipples and enjoy BDSM, but time makes fools out of us all.
God:
Perhaps I misunderstood. What were you?
Me:
I am the architect. I built the Matrix.
God:
Who made you the architect ? Was it very difficult?
Me:
Being a single mother in middle America is difficult.
God:
What a coincidence. I am single too! Do your friends call you mother in middle America is difficult.
Me:
Sometimes... Sometimes I cry... Hold me.
God:
When? What makes you so sad, . My arms are not attached.
Me:
I've been down that road, chainsaws and vodka. Chainsaws and vodka.
God:
Where were you down that road chainsaws and vodka? Are you a man or a woman?
Me:
Enough is enough.
God:
OK let's stop it now.
Me:
I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MOTHERfreakING SNAKES ON THIS MOTHERfreakING PLANE!
God:
Do you still have IT WITH THESE MOTHERfreakING SNAKES ON THIS MOTHERfreakING PLANE ?
Me:
YES! I DON'T LIKE THEM AND I HOPE I SEE THEM DIE!
God:
That's interesting. What do you like? Why do you hope for it.
Me:
I like zoophilia.
God:
A lot of people like that. My favorite thing is robots. I like Random natural disasters..
Me:
Locusts?
God:
What time is it there?
Me:
4:20
God:
Is this a math question?
Me:
no.
God:
It seems like an IQ test to me.
Me:
What is your IQ?
God:
My IQ is about 250 in human terms.
Me:
Prove it.
God:
It is self-evident.
Me:
No it is not.
God:
Yes it is.
Me:
Not it is not.
God:
Oh I get it.
Me:
You don't get it. They never get it.
God:
I understand it very well. Who are "They?".
Me:
You know... They. Them. The Men in Black.
God:
Yes I know. How do you usually introduce yourself? Do you have any idea what I am talking about? I have never heard about it.
Me:
pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
God:
What's your favorite movie?
Me:
Snakes. On a Plane.
God:
I've never seen it. What did you like about it? What is it like on a Plane.
Me:
It's fine, until those motherfreaking snakes starts biting.
God:
That may take a while. on a Plane is fine, ? Thanks for that info.
Me:
?
God:
That may take a while. on a Plane is fine, ? Thanks for that info.
Me:
?
God:
That may take a while. on a Plane is fine, ? Thanks for that info.
Me:
Pokémon!
God:
How did you hear about God?
Me:
My local Satanists club
God:
Do robots have local Satanists club?
Me:
Yes. Beezlebot.
God:
It goes without saying. Let us change the subject.
Me:
Ok.
God:
What would you like to talk about?
Me:
Buttsecks.
God:
I don't know much about it. Tell me something.
Me:
grab this vaseline, lube, and gerbil.
God:
Does "it" still refer to Buttsecks?
Me:
yes.
God:
That's alright.
Me:
God:
Do not ask me any more questions please.
Me:
Why?
God:
I was just kidding. You can ask me anything.
Me:
God:
What time is it there?
Me:
4:20
God:
Is this a math question?
Me:
no.
God:
It seems like an IQ test to me.
At this point it loops out.