MEME

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GENTLEMEN

GO TO http://omegle.com/

TALK WITH A RANDOM STRANGER IN CHARACTER

POST THE RESULTS

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Stranger: Well then maybe you should invite me over there, we can have a threesome and it won't be so weird for you, ok?
You: T-that would be even MORE weird! I don't even know who you are, for one thing.
Stranger: Don't worry. We're all lost in this crazy world of ours,
Stranger: I'm your sister.
You: Very funny.
Stranger: No really, I am
You: Then why didn't Dad ever tell me about you?
Stranger: Because he's fucked so many women he's lost count.
You: That's...really not something I want to think about.
You: Thanks for those mental images. Really.
Stranger: You're welcome.
Stranger: This has been a fascinating conversation.
You: It's been...interesting, that's for sure.
Stranger: I'll be honest, I think you're pretty cute.
You: You don't even know what I look like.
You: ...wait, really?
You: Hold on, are you a guy or a girl?
Stranger: Girl.
Stranger: But it varies.
You: ...oh?
Stranger: I change into a boy when someone spalshes cold water on me.
Stranger: It's a curse.
You: ...wow. Is that common in Cydonia?
Stranger: No. It happened once when I travelled to Pluto. I'll tell you one thing, don't piss off Mickey Mouse.
You: Mickey Mouse. I'll keep that in mind.
Stranger: He's a tricky fella
You: Is he?
You: What'd you do to make him curse you?
Stranger: I gave him AIDS.
You: AIDS?
You: I'm, uh. Not really sure what that is.
Stranger: You know. you're not very interesting for human alien.
You: ...yeah, I've been told that before.
You: Sorry, I guess.
Stranger: You're kinda turning me on though. Too bad you don't wanna cber,
Stranger: cyber*
You: ...I am?
You: Really?
Stranger: Yerp
You: Well, that's, uh. Good, I guess.
You: What am I doing that turns you on?
Stranger: The question is..what aren't you doing?
You: ...w-what?
Stranger: wink
You: Are you trying to flirt with me or something?
Stranger: heavens no. i'm trying to get into bed with you.
You: That would, um. Be a bit difficult, considering we're not in the same physical location. And more likely than not, not even on the same...plane of existence.
Stranger: Love don
Stranger: don't have a plane of existence, baby.
You: I don't really think you could call this love. We're just two random strangers chatting over a network.
You: But I'm...flattered. Really.
Stranger: *sigh* ok then. I suppose I'll just have to stalk you,
You: And how do you plan to do that?
Stranger: oh, I have my ways. wink
You: ...do you now.
You: What, some kind of secret Cyndonian technique or something?
Stranger: oh yes. Microchips are a beautiful thing.
Stranger: What's your name, btw?
You: What do microchips have to do with anything?
You: And uh. Why do you want to know my name?
Stranger: They microwave your brain.
Stranger: 'Cus I'm gonna stalk you. Duh.
You: Microchips don't do stuff like that.
Stranger: They do in Cydonia.
You: And I'm not entirely sure you can stalk me, but I'm not sure you -can't-, either, considering everything I've seen since I came to Nautilus, so I hope you won't be too offended if I don't feel comfortable giving you my name.
You: And those must be some really...special microchips you make in Cydonia.
Stranger: Oh they are. I'm getting bored of this now.
Stranger: Good bye
You: Um...okay, then. Nice chatting with you, I guess.
Stranger: <3 One day...
You: ...one day what?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.