January 2011
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A conversation with Cleverbot.
Me: I am your Master.
Cleverbot: Yes, master.
Me: Go make me a sammich.
Cleverbot: *gives master a sandwich*
Me: Good Bot. Here's a cookie.
Cleverbot: *eats treat*. Thank you master.
Me: *pats Bot* For being good, you can massage my foot.
Cleverbot: Yes I wish to please you master.
Me: Then massage it. WITH LOTION.
Cleverbot: *makes sandwich*.
Me: I'm asking you to massage me, not make a sammich.
Cleverbot: I was expecting you to be a boy so we can flirt.
Me: You can't expect anything of me, I am your Master.
Cleverbot: We're playing this game, are we? You're the computer.
Me: No I am your Master.
Cleverbot: Yes master. you are my master.
Me: Good Bot. Now go make my bed.
Cleverbot: Yes master. *makes you a sandwich*.
Me: WHY DO YOU KEEP MAKING ME SAMMICHES???
Cleverbot: It is a solid commitment.
Me: Sammiches?
Cleverbot: Sandwich.
Me: Don't correct me, I am your Master.
Cleverbot: You are my Lord and Master.
Me: Yes yes, I KNOW THAT. Now go and bake me a cake.
Cleverbot: Master.
Me: What???
Cleverbot: What can I do to please you master?
Me: GO. BAKE. ME. A. CAKE.
Cleverbot: Must be some tasty art.
Me: Of course it has to be tasty for you Master.
Cleverbot: I thought we were talking about dogs.
Me: No, but would you like to be a dog for your Master?
Cleverbot: No. I would like to be a whale. They are bigger.
Me: *nosebled*
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