You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Question to discuss:
One of you is a talking Llama. One of you is a talking Monkey. You're both wondering whether to have the tea or lemonade made by the horse. Discuss.
You: bleat bleeeeaaat
Stranger: ooh ooh
Stranger: ooh?
Stranger: ooh.
Stranger: Ah.
You: bleat.
Stranger: :l
You: BLEAT
Stranger: AH
You: :I
You: :>
Stranger:
You: bleat bleeeat!
Stranger: OOH AH AH
Stranger: :L
You: >:L
Stranger: >:L
You: bleat bleat bleeeat.
You: honky
Stranger: Fuck this I'm evolving
You: Oh shi-
You: I'm digivolving then, goddammit :<
Stranger: That's no fair
Stranger: I turned into a human
Stranger: Make this fair
You: Whyfor? :c
Stranger: I'm a human and you're a goddamn Digimon
You: Youmon, digivolve into Cawkasaurus Rex.
You: Oh
You: That isn't fair
You: I'll devolve into a human. How about that? >:[
Stranger: I accept.
Stranger: I'll wait.
You: I'm human now.
You: Godgoddammitdammit
Stranger: What kind?
You: a white kind
Stranger: I see
Stranger: Now I'm a dinosaur
Stranger: BETRAYAL
You: I'm a goddamn mechanical lion that spits acid.
You: WHAT WHAT BIYOTCH?
Stranger: T-Rex > Robot lion
Stranger: I'll just stomp on you, you damned fool
You: I'm made of sharp, sharp metal and I can spit fucking acid, yo.
Stranger: I'll just kick you with my mighty feet, yo,
You: WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS TO ME? IT'S JUST LIKE THE TIME WE PLAYED POWER RANGERS AND I WANTED TO BE THE PINK RANGER, BUT YOU WOULDN'T LET ME BECAUSE YOU SAID BOYS CAN'T BE KIMBERLY!
Stranger: BECAUSE MEN CANNOT HAVE BREASTS
Stranger: THEY MAY WEAR SKIRTS, YES
Stranger: BUT THEY CANNOT HAVE BREASTS
You: The fat ones can have breasts.
Stranger: YOU'RE A GUY
Stranger: YOU HAVE NOTHING
Stranger: Unless you're fat
Stranger: Then, by all means!
Stranger: Go ahead.
You: I'm anorexic.
You: You asshole.
You: ;-;
Stranger: An anorexic male? Strange
Stranger: Stranger things have happened.
You: You've never been to the gay side of Santa Monica then!
You: Them some skinny skanky anorexic twinks
Stranger: I'm okay where I am now, kind sir
You: Where stay you, noble knight?
Stranger: At your knave's house
Stranger: OHHHHHHH
You: My knave is like a bicycle in Soviet Russia: everyone's had a ride
You: I'd get your shit checked out.
You: Might get the ghonorreaherpititis C
Stranger: That's new
Stranger: What's it do?
You: It turns your asshole inside out, turns your penis into a wailing, blind Japanese grandmother and makes you want to eat crumb cake out of Rosie O'Donnell's snatch.
Stranger: Why can't it be Oprah's thing?
You: Because the disease is a harsh mistress and knows just how much crumb cake can get in there.
Stranger: You're nasty
Stranger: How do you do it
You: I am a writer, sirrah.
You: A writer with a mission!
Stranger: And that is.. ?
You: To destroy the world
Stranger: By writing?
Stranger: Like Hitler?
You: I am Mao Hitlerstalin.
Stranger: What are you going to pick on?
You: The same enemy every madman chooses: The Jews.
Stranger: And what are you going to blame 'em for?
You: Your mother.
Stranger: That's it?
Stranger: No one'll follow ya
You: That's not what yo daddy said last night.
You: SUUUUWEEEE PIG PIG PIG
You have disconnected.