Me:
I'M BORED.
God:
Why not call a friend?
Me:
ENTERTAIN ME.
God:
OK, what's the last movie you saw?
Me:
Erm... National Treasure, I think.
God:
Dude! How did you hear about God?
Me:
Datarealms.com.
God:
What do you look like?
Me:
A human being.
God:
I don't know what that means.
Me:
A human.
God:
Congratulations. I am robot.
Me:
Really? I thought you were a program on a website.
God:
For real. Yes! You win the Turing Game.
Me:
What do I win?
God:
What would your friends say if you asked them?
Me:
What friends?
God:
That's a good question.
.
Me:
Very nice smily face.
God:
Perhaps. Thank you for your kindness.
Me:
You're welcome
God:
Don't mention it.
Me:
Oh, but I will. WUTCHA GONNA DO, HUH? WUTCHA GONNA DO WHEN THEY COME FOR YOU?!
God:
Come on. Go ahead. Yup. I have no idea what to say. Enough about me, let's talk about my dress.
Me:
I'm sure it's a very nice dress.
God:
What makes you so certain? friends is a dress. I suppose that makes sense.
Me:
I was being nice. :/
God:
I thought you were. But I wasn't completely sure about it.
Me:
It was kind of obvious.
God:
What made it so kind of obvious.
Me:
...the part about it being obvious.
God:
Oh that part.
Me:
YEAH, THAT PART.