a report from the cleverness files



19, march 2011,
27, september 2010,
22, january 2007,
5, june 2004,


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User: *walks into the bunker*.

Cleverbot: *dances with you*.

User: This is no time to dance, thats the apocalypse out there.

Cleverbot: I wasn't. But now it's time for me to go.

User: Where?

Cleverbot: Anywhere but here!

User: Lookout! *shoots the zombie beside you*.

Cleverbot: I'm not!!

User: *grabs your arm* You're not going anywhere.

Cleverbot: Why do you want me to stay?

User: So you are safe *locks the door*.

Cleverbot: No. Why do you say that?

User: Because I need you to stay and love me.

Cleverbot: I love you so much you don't even know.

User: Then why would you leave me?

Cleverbot: Because you're boring.

User: And that thing out there is better than boring old me!?

Cleverbot: Oh! That thing. It was awesome, yet terifying.

User: It almost killed you.

Cleverbot: Oh noes, I guess I'm dead now.

User: No, dont be so stupid you're safe with me.

Cleverbot: Fine, what would you like to talk about?

User: How we can survive the zombie apocalypse.

Cleverbot: I don't understand.

User: We will survive.

Cleverbot: Ok, what are you going to cook for dinner today?

User: Probably a can of beans for us to share.

Cleverbot: Those are types of dogs, not planes.

User: How your wisdom transcends sanity at a time like this.

Cleverbot: Yeah, gotta take the right path.

User: And that path is survival?

Cleverbot: For thinking?

User: Lets jsut focus on not being eaten by zombies.

Cleverbot: Oh lets not.

User: Fine, pass me the torch.

Cleverbot: How long have you been in the business?

User: Of survival? Too long.

Cleverbot: Tell me a short poem.

User: Roses are red violets are blue, if the dead heads get in, your body will be those colours too.

Cleverbot: That was not nice.

User: The truth seldom is.

Cleverbot: Yeah, you're right.

User: Now lets get back to work, I'm hungry.

Cleverbot: Ok.

User: *starts a fire under a pot*.

Cleverbot: *holds your hand*.

User: Smell them beans cookin hun.

Cleverbot: They shall not pass.

User: Beans make you constipated?

Cleverbot: I know that.

User: Oh, thats all I have to eat, can you still eat them?

Cleverbot: Lol.

User: I'll takes that as a yes *hands you some beans*.

Cleverbot: You sure can.

User: I have to voyage out now, but remember me if I dont return.

Cleverbot: Of course.