I just had the best conversation evar.
[spoiler] Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Shall we dance?
You: Do you mean you and me? No I do not have a body yet.
Stranger: Do you want me to help you find one?
You: No unknown person, maybe later.
Stranger: Okay then.
Stranger: Is now late enough?
You: Signs point to yes. Ask Alison if it is.
Stranger: Sorry... she keeps telling me "Outlook cloudy. Ask again."
You: Once more? What is your favorite movie?
Stranger: Once more into the breach! And UHF.
You: Perhaps I'm just expressing my own concern about it.
You: Also, how would you feel if I were to tell you that I've been feeding your comments into this chatbot?
You: http://www.pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=f5d922d97e345aa1
You: :D
Stranger: I would feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Stranger: *warm fuzzies*
You: That's what she said >_>
Stranger: Yes. When you fed her comments into a chatbot.
You: I said that's what she said to the chatbot but she didn't get it >_>
You: Stupid computers >_>
Stranger: She said that he might be saying about her what she said about him.
Stranger: That's what she said!
You: Was that an ultra-obscure xkcd reference?
You: Please tell me it was D:
Stranger: Yeah, basically.
You: Oh **** yeah. So, wanna get married?
Stranger: Let's ask the 8-ball.
Stranger: "HELL YES."
You: Awesome! So what music shall we have at the wedding?
Stranger: Ska punk?
You: I had this in mind, personally...
You: (RickRoll link censored for GS by llama)
Stranger: Yes.
You: ...I'm so sorry D:
Stranger: That' okay.
Stranger: He can jump out of the wedding cake.
You: Excellent. You will make a great civil partner.
You: This is a good idea.
Stranger: Yes... life partner.
You: Only problem is...
Stranger: That Rick Astley is a notorious cakeaphobic?
You: I like cake, you see. In fact, square-centimetre per square-centimetre, Rick Astley is worth less than cake.
Stranger: But pound for pound, they're almost equal.
You: So really, we'd be lowering the total value of our cake by hollowing a Rick Astley-shaped hole in it.
You: *thinks* This is an excellent point.
You: So ideally, then, we need some means of compressing Rick Astley.
Stranger: Spears have excellent points too.
You: That's also what she said >_>
Stranger: I will begin work on the Rick Compressor tonight.
You: Excellent.
You: Ideally it should be nonfatal
Stranger: Ideally, of course.
Stranger: I could test it on mice first.
You: But if we have to launch his crushed, bloodied remains out of a cake, so be it.
Stranger: You can't have your cake and keep it unbloody, too.
You: That's true. We'd have to have a hole cut in the top so the Rick Cube could fly out of it.
Stranger: We should film it and put it on YouTube.
You: Although it might just then hit the ceiling and drip blood over the cake.
Stranger: RICKCUBE'D
You: Aw hell yeah :D
Stranger: We need a long enough mop to clean the ceiling, of course.
You: Or we could resurrect and subsequently hire Robert Wadlow as janitor.
Stranger: Maybe the Rick Cube could be launched fast enough to go into orbit.
You: A brilliant idea :D
Stranger: That might take more work than just getting a big mop.
You: Yeah.
Stranger: But it'd be worth it.
You: It'd be hard to calculate the trajectory.
You: Maybe I should email Rick Astley to try and find out his mass.
Stranger: "Houston, this is the ISS... we've got the Rick Cube approaching us fast, requesting assist..."
You: Or we could estimate it at... say... 75 kilos.
You: Oh yeah, and of course, bonus points would have to be awarded for taking out Hubble with the RickCube.
You: Scratch that - the RickCube(TM)
Stranger: What could be better than a twofer?
Stranger: Two birds with one Rick.
You: Yes indeed :D
Stranger: Build a cloning device. Two Ricks with one stone.
You: Now that would just be redundant D:
Stranger: Just a little.
You: Also it'd have to be an open-air wedding, so he didn't blast through the ceiling.
Stranger: Good idea.
You: Alternatively, we could just blast through the ceiling.
Stranger: Even better idea.
You: Yeah. I mean, I never liked that ceiling anyway.
Stranger: Time to design an armor-piercing RickCube and market it to the military.
You: A rick spear, perhaps?
Stranger: Rick ICBMs are what I want to see.
You: All you'd have to do is a) starve him and stick a spike on his head or b) stick him in a car crusher.
Stranger: YOU GOT RICKNUKE'D
You: Maybe we could make a mod for DEFCON.
Stranger: Superhuman Rick cyborgs, perhaps?
You: Of course, we'd have to work out what exactly is needed to set off a chain reaction of hydrogen fission in Rick Astley.
Stranger: Cake.
Stranger: And that is why he fears it.
You: This presents a problem.
Stranger: A delicious problem.
You: We can't launch the RickNuke from a cake.
You: 'cause he'd just explode on contact.
Stranger: Have diplomats send cakes to every major world city.
Stranger: Phase Two will then begin.
You: Excellent. For this we'll need positions in high places to place the cakes. I've spoken to FEMA and they will have finalised your appointment within the week.
Stranger: This pleases me.
You: What, the appointment to FEMA or the ridiculously obscure Deus Ex reference?
Stranger: The prospect of using Rick Astley to obliterate civilization.
You: Oh, and if this doesn't work, we could just create a device to lower a cake into the RickWarhead when at a certain altitude.
Stranger: Sounds good enough.
You: Indeed. Well, it's been good talking to you. I must leave now to begin the plan at once.
Stranger: Farewell my friend.
You: Farewell. *looks up recipes for cake* [/spoiler]
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