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Cleverbot...User: *pulls out knife*.
Cleverbot: *pulls out sword*.
User: *pulls out gun*.
Cleverbot: *pulls out shotgun*.
User: *pulls out Ak 47.
Cleverbot: *Pulls out C4*.
User: *pulls out tank*.
Cleverbot: *pulls out rpg*.
User: *pulls out nuke*.
Cleverbot: *pulls out god*.
User: *Pulls out universe*
Cleverbot: *pulls out you*
Cleverbot ~Scared me there L.J.User: Hello.
Cleverbot: How are you?
User: Just fine...why does EVERY conversation start like this?
Cleverbot: Because you are disgusting!
User: Oh THAT'S how you want to be.....DITTO!!!! HA TAKE THAT.
Cleverbot: Boar eh dann nich du bringst es nich.
Cleverbot: Do not cry it is fine you can do it.
User: I'm not....nevermind *sish*.
Cleverbot: Do you know anything about sports?
User: I meant *sigh* and yes.
Cleverbot: Noisestorm- sub zero.
User: You are so random.
Cleverbot: And you are so stubborn.
User: Awwww thank you ^^.
Cleverbot: You're welcome.
User: Ok lets get down to buisness. You know that I know that you know that we both know that we should get down to buisness.
Cleverbot: That I know that you know that I know that you know that I know who you are talking about.
User: Exactly! *gives cookie*.
Cleverbot: *gives cake* *eats cookie*.
User: YUS CAKE!!!!
Cleverbot: Who is herobrine ?
User: O.o Awesome CreepyPasta-ish dude on Minecraft that destroys your dreams and hou
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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