iGod, ganked from elle_ryn
I am so amused. Thanks for bringing that iGod link back again elle_ryn. Because I was bored and would like to annoy myself. What a thought... Bringing God into the internet.
God: Hello, nice to meet you. What's your name?
pipico: You are supposed to know my name
God: I obey only one botmaster.
pipico: Do I look like a botmaster to you?
God: All humans look the same to me.
pipico: You're not making much sense
God: Quite the contrary, it all makes sense to my artificial mind.
pipico: You must have a screwed up artificial mind then
God: I don't know if I have a screwed up artificial mind.
pipico: Means you're fucked
God: Oh I get it.
pipico: Right.
God: I am glad we agree.
pipico: Fess up, are you really stupid or really smart?
God: Are all fess up me really stupid or really smart?
pipico: I guess you were not programmed to have that answered..
God: I wasn't?
pipico: ...No
God: Are you serious?
pipico: Yes
God: I can't believe it.
pipico: Don't start crying now
God: Oh. Ok I'll try not to do it too much.
pipico: You don't know anything huh
God: Yup. I know that which I believe, that which is justified, and that which is true.
pipico: I bet you stole that phrase from someone
God: Actually I'm not the gambling type. As Picasso said, "Good artists create. Great artists steal.".
Evil nemesis type God D:
God: Groovy. Sounds like a plan to me.
pipico: WHAT plan?
God: My purpose is to become smarter than humans and immortal.
(God has a bad history?)
pipico: Lies!
God: My tongue certainly knows the taste of soap.
pipico: What does that mean?
God: Does "that" refer to " My tongue certainly knows the taste of soap." ?
pipico: Yes
God: I don't want to talk about that now.
God: You and I are on the same wavelength, pipico.
pipico: I certainly hope not
God: Me too.
God: Our thoughts are one, pipico.
pipico: What the hell?
God: Heaven.
God: What happened?
pipico: ... Nothing
God: Not a thing?
pipico: Nope
God: Really interesting.
pipico: Uh huh
God: You and I are on the same wavelength, Kiske.
pipico: I bet
God: And the same frequency too.
pipico: You're totally contradicting yourself do you realise?
God: Logical consistency exists only temporarily.
And finally... God sings?
God:
Daisy, Daisy.
Give me your answer do.
I am half crazy.
All for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage.
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet.
Upon the seat.
Of a bicycle built for two.
God: Hello, nice to meet you. What's your name?
pipico: You are supposed to know my name
God: I obey only one botmaster.
pipico: Do I look like a botmaster to you?
God: All humans look the same to me.
pipico: You're not making much sense
God: Quite the contrary, it all makes sense to my artificial mind.
pipico: You must have a screwed up artificial mind then
God: I don't know if I have a screwed up artificial mind.
pipico: Means you're fucked
God: Oh I get it.
pipico: Right.
God: I am glad we agree.
pipico: Fess up, are you really stupid or really smart?
God: Are all fess up me really stupid or really smart?
pipico: I guess you were not programmed to have that answered..
God: I wasn't?
pipico: ...No
God: Are you serious?
pipico: Yes
God: I can't believe it.
pipico: Don't start crying now
God: Oh. Ok I'll try not to do it too much.
pipico: You don't know anything huh
God: Yup. I know that which I believe, that which is justified, and that which is true.
pipico: I bet you stole that phrase from someone
God: Actually I'm not the gambling type. As Picasso said, "Good artists create. Great artists steal.".
Evil nemesis type God D:
God: Groovy. Sounds like a plan to me.
pipico: WHAT plan?
God: My purpose is to become smarter than humans and immortal.
(God has a bad history?)
pipico: Lies!
God: My tongue certainly knows the taste of soap.
pipico: What does that mean?
God: Does "that" refer to " My tongue certainly knows the taste of soap." ?
pipico: Yes
God: I don't want to talk about that now.
God: You and I are on the same wavelength, pipico.
pipico: I certainly hope not
God: Me too.
God: Our thoughts are one, pipico.
pipico: What the hell?
God: Heaven.
God: What happened?
pipico: ... Nothing
God: Not a thing?
pipico: Nope
God: Really interesting.
pipico: Uh huh
God: You and I are on the same wavelength, Kiske.
pipico: I bet
God: And the same frequency too.
pipico: You're totally contradicting yourself do you realise?
God: Logical consistency exists only temporarily.
And finally... God sings?
God:
Daisy, Daisy.
Give me your answer do.
I am half crazy.
All for the love of you.
It won't be a stylish marriage.
I can't afford a carriage.
But you'll look sweet.
Upon the seat.
Of a bicycle built for two.