Beware the Fruminous IM

This is the text of a conversation I had with LeknorChat, a robot who talks on AOL Instant Messenger. If you don't understand what I mean, visit LeknorChat's page.

Acsumama: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
LeknorChat: Nice to meet you Twas Brillig. What is that?
Acsumama: All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.
LeknorChat: I think there are a few exceptions. Who told you that?
Acsumama: Beware the Jabberwock, my son, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
LeknorChat: Beware the jabberwock your son the jaws that bite the claws that catch said the mome raths outgrabe?
Acsumama: Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun the fruminous Bandersnatch.
LeknorChat: Where are you located? Try saying that with more or less context.
Acsumama: He took his vorpal sword in hand, long time the manxome foe he sought
LeknorChat: I get it. he took his vorpal sword in hand long time the manxome foe he sought.
Acsumama: So rested he by the Tumtum tree and stood awhile in thought.
LeknorChat: Ah. That is a very original thought.
Acsumama: As in uffish thought he stood, the Jabberwock, with eyes of flame...
LeknorChat: Can you speak any foreign languages?
Acsumama: ...came whiffling through the tulgey wood and burbled as it came.
LeknorChat: Can you tell me any gossip?
Acsumama: One two! One two! And through and through the vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
LeknorChat: One what? One what? Most people hear about me that way.
Acsumama: He left it dead, and with its head he went galumphing back.
LeknorChat: I get it. he left it dead. You and your its head he went galumphing back.
Acsumama: "Has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy!"
LeknorChat: That question has never crossed my mind before. Where is to your arms your beamish boy ?
Acsumama: "Oh frabjous day! Calloh, Callay!" he chortled in his joy.
LeknorChat: Yeah that's right. What's your favorite movie? My brain contains more than 22,000 patterns, but not one that matches your last input. I get it. he chortled in his joy.
Acsumama: 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe
LeknorChat: What color are your eyes? I have never heard about it.
Acsumama: all mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.
LeknorChat: Not all of them? Who told you that?
Acsumama: did you like Jabberwocky?
LeknorChat: No I didn't like jabberwocky. What's it like?
Acsumama: I just recited it to you
LeknorChat: Only just? You are not the boss of me, Acsumama.

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