You: Hello :3
Stranger: hey
Stranger: 19 m usa
Stranger: u?
You: 37/hermaphrodite/budapest
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Well, that didn't take long.
ETA a somewhat more pleasant one:
You: Hello.
Stranger: Hello, there.
You: How are you this fine Wednesday morning? [Note: Written on a Saturday afternoon.]
Stranger: I feel grand! And yourself? I've never had such a friendly response.
Stranger: (The weather is lovely today.)
You: Just fine. Been testing out a time machine, but I don't think it worked.
Stranger: Damn. Mine hasn't been working either...
You: And I wanted to ask Archimedes if he really invented calculus or not!
You: Leibniz says he's lying, but Newton thinks he might have been on to something.
Stranger: Hmmm, I'll have to be an outside party. But I'd watch that fight...
You: I think Newton's just being contrary though. He's kind of a dick.
Stranger: There were a lot of dicks in history. Like Shakespeare. Great writer. Just a douchebag.
You: Florence Nightingale, too, surprisingly.
Stranger: Reaaaaally?
You: Yes.
You: Macchiavelli was pretty cool though, but he's kind of a mean drunk.
Stranger: Hahah, it would be a weird image of him as a cheery, lovey drunk.
Stranger: I think you might enjoy this.
i237.photobucket.com/albums/ff28/beatonna/poevernesm.pngYou: lol
Stranger: "Bros."
Stranger: Actually, that artist does all historical comics. It's awesome.
You: I know, I've seen some of 'em.
Stranger: Aaaahh. Glorious.
You: I use it for research when I take my time journeys.
You: Damn machine broke down last week, and I'm having the hardest time repairing it.
You: I tried yesterday, and it blew up the dog.
Stranger: I find it more accurate than a text book.
Stranger: Awww, poor dog.
You: Yes.
Poor Mr. Sprinkles.
You: I shall never forget him, or his sacrifice in the name of science. *bows head*
Stranger: -bows head as well-
Stranger: My pup stays away during any work on time machines or rocketshoes.
You: Good man.
You: I shall have to make sure Madame Fluffykins and Neferkitty are safe away from now on. If Mr. Sprinkles can be taken so suddenly, they could very well succumb themselves.
Stranger: Hhahahaahahaaha. Those are grand names.
You: Indeed.
Stranger: My dog's name is just...Peter.
You: I take pride in giving my pets names taht are dignified.
Stranger: Peter is dignified, right?
You: Yes.
Stranger: Good.
You: Pip pip.
Stranger: Fare thee well.
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