Dialogs February 2021

Granted, there’s not much to talk about.

I’m not very happy with you right now.

You know, it’s a fair point, but I never asked the woman for proof. I took her at her word.

Why don’t you go and think about it, and then continue to stay far away after that.

Nothing you can say will ever convince me that I am wrong.

I fucking live here. Of _course_ I know what the sounds are.

Please relax. We already know who and where you are. We are sending a car to your location.

What you’re asking is fucked up.

I think I’m understandably angry.

Yeah, untreated mental illness is hilarious.

Oh. Well, I guess I’d better go to the bathroom then.

It is, in fact, blood. Human blood.

I’m offended that you would make that assumption.

Oh, I absolutely, um, I absolutely… Yeah, that’s me.

We don’t have to ask deep, probing personal questions. I just wanna hang out.

Thanks, I really appreciate it.

You’re operating under the assumption that I don’t know what’s going on. That is an erroneous assumption.

Call me when you’re IBM, okay buddy?

Guys, you can get it all back.

I’m not going to tell you that. That’s a little too personal for where we are in our relationship.

I just pretend they’re the kids from school.

Nothing ever goes wrong with magic.

You know, I really wish I hadn’t seen that.

That was fucking cartoonish, man; that was epic.

It’s not fresh outta the curing jar, you know what I mean?

I don’t wanna be awake!

I like the way you move. You’re so decisive, yet you are asking permission.

The world thanks you.

This is fucking ridiculous. This is not happening.

Can you quiet down? I’m trying to sleep.

Don’t flatter yourself; I’m not doing this for you.

I don’t wanna fucking hear that; it’s extremely disturbing to me.

Okay, I feel uncomfortable, and I want you to tell me why I feel uncomfortable.

I’m sorry; I did the thing where I talk.

Oh, great, fatass breaks the chair, excellent.

Nobody’s gonna pay me for mowing my own lawn.

He did not hire us. We’re his friends.

You are so completely full of shit.

You can talk. Ah, that makes it so much easier.

Tell me what color my underwear is.

That was my first clue-in that people aren’t like me.

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