Me:
Hello.
God:
Hello my child. What is your name?
Me:
Mother******.
God:
I am always glad to make new friends, Mother******.
Me:
Lol u suck.
God:
I am glad you find this funny. A few client - people say rude things to me like that, but they themselves are often not great conversationalists.
Me:
I > you.
God:
You are not the boss of me, Mother******.
Me:
Wohl. >
God:
" You are not the boss of me, Mother******."? Wohl? Oh.
Me:
Argh, fu.
God:
Can you tell me any gossip?
Me:
Yeah. Archi has hearts on his underwear.
God:
My brain contains categories, but not one that matches your last input. Where did he get it?
Me:
Jesus doesn't love you.
God:
he is The Son of God.
Me:
Really? >_>
God:
For real. That remark was either too complex or too simple for me. We were talking about Yeah.
Me:
We were talking about yeah? Oo

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