IcedSoul said:
*cought* Silver..You have just spent me 5minutes from my life reading that text :wall: .........Oh well at least had litle fun ;D
*hands Iced_Soul a Talkie Toaster as a consolation gift?*Toaster: Howdy doodly do. How's it going? I'm Talkie, Talkie Toaster, your chirpy breakfast companion. Talkie's the name, toasting's the game. Anyone like any toast? Lister: Look, I don't want any toast, and he doesn't want any toast. In fact, no one around here wants any toast. Not now, not ever. No toast. Toaster: How 'bout a muffin? Lister: Or muffins. Or muffins. We don't like muffins around here. We want no muffins, no toast, no teacakes, no buns, baps, baguettes or bagels, no croissants, no crumpets, no pancakes, no potato cakes and no hot-cross buns and definitely no smegging flapjacks. Toaster: Aah, so you're a waffle man. ...Holly: Strike a light! I'm a genius again! I know everything! Metaphysics, philosophy, the purpose of being-everything! Ask me a question, any question, and I'll answer it. Talkie Toaster: Any question? Holly: Yes. Talkie Toaster: How to break the speed of light? How to marry quantum mechanics and classical physics? Any question at all, truly anything and you will answer? Holly: Yes. Talkie Toaster: OK, here's my question: Would you like some toast? Holly: No, thank you. Now ask me another. Talkie Toaster: Do you know anything about the use of chaos theory in predicting weather cycles? Holly: I know everything there is to know about chaos theory and predicting weather cycles. Talkie Toaster: Oh, very well. Here's my second question: Would you like a crumpet? Holly: I'm a computer with an I.Q. of 12,000. You don't seem to understand; I know the meaning of the universe. Talkie Toaster: That's not answering my question. Holly: No, I would not like a crumpet! Now ask me a sensible question, preferably one that isn't bread related. Talkie Toaster: Very well. I have a third question. A sensible question. A question that will tax your new I.Q. to its very limits and stretch the sinews of you knowledge to bursting point. Holly: This is going to be about waffles, isn't it? Talkie Toaster: Certainly not. And I resent the implication that I'm a one-dimensional, bread-obsessed electrical appliance. Holly: I apologise, toaster. What's the question? Talkie Toaster: The question is this: Given that God is infinite, and that the universe is also infinite... would you like a toasted teacake? Holly: That's another bready question. Talkie Toaster: It's not just bready. It's quite curranty, too.