Ett äventyr på Omegle
You: You are irish, right?
You: Just got the feeling that you must be!
You: By your silence, I know I was right.
You: Please dont ask me how I know it, cause I didnt know that I knew it.
You: So, how are you today?
You: I wont leave, no matter how silent you are.
You: I can see your every move.
You: Your every thought
You: Your soul.
You: Gotta think about that one
You: What could a perfect stranger on Omegle mean by only typing ONE letter...?
You: You mean the perfectly amazingly awesome word:
You: This one-letter-game again I see...
You: But in this particular happening, I believe it is the word:
Stranger: h o r u
You: 4 letters makig the word "horu"? Whatever that might mean...
You: Well, that is not what is important right now. Since I can see the trails that have been walked.
You: Perhaps every letter mean one word?
You: As in...
You: Hmm... have to think about that one...
You: Home Office Research Unit?
You: Perhaps, the individiual spelled wrong....
You: How dare you!?
You: Interrupt me like that?! Who could you possibly think you are?!
Stranger: How Old R U HORU
You: Oh I see...
Stranger: im a king
You: A king of what?
You: A country? A culture? A galaxy?
Stranger: the world
You: Your world, or my world
You: Well then you dont have any power over me sir!
Stranger: Yes i do
Stranger: i will find u
You: Well I dont have any single connection to the world you control, sir.
You: This IP, as you probably would call it, doesnt lead anywhere.
Stranger: what world do u live om?
You: A world beyond yours.
You: Think of the universe as layers
You: Your "world" is layer 871234
You: My layer is 907301, therefore, I am superior
Stranger: pretty deep down isnt it
You: Oh hell yeah it is.
Stranger: Now you listen to me. If I ever find you I will do things to you.
You: What sort of things are we talking off here=
You: Make a drawing for me?
You: Or food...
Stranger: Not what you are thinkng of
You: Maybe a present!
You: No? Then what?
Stranger: Hang you from your toe nail
You: I do not have any toenails!
Stranger: Then what do you have?!
You: My limbs are unspeakable by your kind
Stranger: Why did you ask if I was Irish?
Stranger: If you are beyond my planet
You: I thought you were.
You: Irish people are highly respected in my place.
Stranger: Well I hate them!
You: THEN YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A FOOL
Stranger: Ishall have hen killed.
You: YOU SHALT NOT BE PRAISED IN WHAT YOU CALL HEAVEN.
Stranger: You kind isnt allowed it heavrn
You: YOU SHALT REGRET YOUR THOUGHTS IN THE REALM OF GRABBAFLUMMDUM.
Stranger: Grabbahubba what?
Stranger: What is that yo spak of
You: Synonyme to something your kind renamed to "hell". It was beyond your understanding, and still is.
Stranger: i shall leave
You: No shalt, yes.
You: With regret
You: You were chosen to speak with me, the one and only. And you decide to leave?!
You: Then you are nothing but a fool.
You: I release you.
Stranger: i released u
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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