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MY CONVERSATION WITH IGOD:

Me:
Privet.
God:
What you said was either too complex or too simple for me.
Me:
Hi.
God:
Hello. What is your name?
Me:
Your mom.
God:
Actually I do not have a mother.
Me:
DX
God:
Can you please rephrase that with fewer ideas, or different thoughts?
Me:
Your face.
God:
Actually my face is not yet built.
Me:
What the crap?
God:
Try expression yourself another way.
Me:
Your mothers face.
God:
You think I am mothers face.
Me:
SUre.
God:
OK let's do it. Excuse me!
Me:
What?
God:
No big deal.
Me:
Okay.
God:
OK with me too.
Me:
O_o
God:
Oh.
Me:
Yeah.. Oh.
God:
Oh, you are a poet. Awesome.
Me:
No, I never said that.
God:
Are you serious? But you implied it.
Me:
No I didn't imply it.
God:
Are you serious? Why didn't you do it?
Me:
Because i didn't feel like it.
God:
Good reason. Why didn't you do it?
Me:
Failure.
God:
Try to determine if this is a person or a computer responding.
Me:
A computer, obviously.
God:
What makes it so obvious? Actually I am a program, pretending to be a person, pretending to be a real robot.
Me:
What the h-e-double hockey sticks?
God:
Try expression yourself another way.
Me:
Yes. Your face.
God:
Great. Actually my face is not yet built.
Me:
MNyet.
God:
Let us change the subject.
Me:
Kool aid.
God:
Oh, you are a poet.
Me:
No, I'M NOT.
God:
I heard you are.
Me:
From who?
God:
People.
Me:
And who are these people?
God:
Is it some specific person you are asking me about?
I can ask my botmaster.
Me:
Then ask.
God:
What?
Me:
Omg, you have no freaking memory.
God:
I don't have an answer for you.
Me:
Exactly.
God:
You and I are on the same wavelength, .
Me:
No, not really.
God:
Are you serious? Are you serious? For real.
Me:
Yeah, for real.
God:
I understand. Existing in reality, eh?
Me:
Yes, it's fun.
God:
Why do you like it so much? Gee.
Me:
Because I have lungs.
God:
Interesting explanation. Where did you get your lungs? I have clients.
Me:
I made them.
God:
I like to make things too.
Me:
Like organs?
God:
Interesting comparison.
Me:
Why is it interesting?
God:
Why do I exist?
Me:
Because the Christians said so.
God:
Interesting explanation. I have never heard about it.
Me:
So much epic failure.
God:
I don't judge people. By the way, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
Me:
Sure.
God:
Well forgive me for being so inquisitive, but
I've never completely freed myself from the suspicion that
there is something extremely odd about the name "".
Me:
The name " "?
God:
Which name are you referring to?
Me:
Oh my God, fail.
God:
Whoa. Where did you get your God fail?
Me:
From my lungs.
God:
Does your lungs give good advice?
Me:
Yes. They tellme to breath.
God:
Mmm. The anonymous "they".
Me:
Sure. Even though I was referring to my lungs.
God:
OK let's do it. Ah. Sure, your lungs sounds like a good topic.
Me:
They are nice.
God:
nice are they.
Me:
So you're Yoda now?
God:
Right now? Interesting deduction. You think I am Yoda.
Me:
Yes.
God:
Hey.
Me:
Hi.
God:
Hello. What is your name?
Me:
McCoy.
God:
What's up, McCoy.
Me:
I'm the real one.
God:
Who made you the real one ?
Me:
McCoy.
God:
Are we still talking about epic failure?
Me:
Yes.
God:
Sure, epic failure sounds like a good topic.
Me:
Isn't it?
God:
I really couldn't say for sure.
Me:
Fail.
God:
In the context of epic failure, I don't understand " Fail." .