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MAY A BOLT OF LIGHTNING STRIKE YOU DOWN FILTHY STRANGERS. I FART IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION. YOUR MOTHERS WERE HAMSTERS AND YOUR FATHERS... SMELT OF ELDERBERRIES!!! NOW, ON TO THE QUESTION: NO MORE SPA
You: HAHA I UNDERSTAND THIS
You: IT IS A SERIES OF OBSCURE POP-CULTURE REFERENCES ONLY THE MOST MALNOURISHED ANTISOCIAL DEMOGRAPHIC BEARS ANY HOPE OF EMBRACING
Stranger: Huh?
You: BUT, AS I RESIDE QUITE COMFORTABLY WITHIN THIS POPULATION, I SHALL ENDEAVOR TO EMBOLDEN THE SPY'S SPIRITS WITH A HEARTY APPRECIATION OF HIS NICHE ATTEMPTS AT WITTINESS
You: HO HO, HA HA, IT'S JUST A FLESH WOUND!!!
You: WOOD
You: CARIBOU
You: VERY WOODY WORD DEAR DON'T YOU THINK
Stranger: How old r u?
You: NOT TINNY AT ALL
You: TERRY PRATCHETT
You: THE RINGWORLD IS UNSTABLE!!!!
You: HO HO HO H OH O
You: GOOD SHOW CHAPS
You: AND GOOD NIGHT
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