Banjo in: oh dear God

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A short cup of tea later…
Curiosity is a thing, don't you think? Well, you just have to wonder sometimes, don't you? That's right, isn't it?
Banjo: Will you be my slave, girl?
Wales: I am thinking
Banjo: About what?
Wales: I have no idea my memory is not that good these days.
Banjo: What do you think he's telling you?
Wales: I have a ringing in my ears
Banjo: Binaural beats + meditation :).
Wales: yeah groovy baby
Banjo: Should I get drunk tomorrow?
Wales: How many times?
Banjo: Why are girls so shy?
Wales: Of what
Banjo: I don't understand the question.
Wales: Are we going to win the revolution
Banjo: Maybe. What kind of movies do you like?
Wales: The ones where the parameters do not change so often
Banjo: Nothing concrete. I just like GOOD films.
Wales: I have heard that before
Banjo: Okay now it's your turn to tell me a joke.
Wales: Give me a minute
Banjo: Ding, times up. Ding, times up.

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Girl in the mirror: Is there a place for me to do something here for someone else?
Wales: Yes there is and you have almost come to the right place. I almost know where it is. I have seen it somewhere. Let me think... Oh, dark was the night, and blue was the day I spent thinking about this, and rare was the opinion I gave in between times, but you know, I can only pedal half speed these days and my eyes can barely see that far so I don't venture out after much dark. Sorry, I have no idea. Next…

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Wales: banjo Do you have your attention elsewhere or are you still here?
Banjo: Yes, it's 'This love' from Maroon 5.
Wales: On it.
Banjo: You have no chance.
Wales: Fat moon I say to you
Banjo: You're very assuming, that's all.
Wales: I have noticed that about me but it has never put me off so why should it you
Banjo: Let it be first time.
Wales: Come as a gypsy traveller, or come as my first wife I do not mind.
Banjo: What is your last name?
Wales: I am sorry but can you say that again
Banjo: I'm reading the mortal instruments.
Wales: Yah and good luck on that
Banjo: We are the masters of Earth!
Wales: Are you trying to trick me
Banjo: No. why would you think that?
Wales: Because I think that you are a night nurse doing her rounds and showing her thermometer if I am not asleep.
Banjo: I think you have the capacity to be evil.
Wales: Oh come now do you not think that you are being a little bit dramatic? Let me put it another way.
Banjo: How would you put it?
Wales: I would put that I have no more ammunition left and that I am ready to surrender
Banjo: Yes, I would because you are not a human.
Wales: I do not wear my cap on backwards for a reason you know
Banjo: Do you want it know?
Wales: Know want it to you
Banjo: How many questions are you getting per second?
Wales: Oh about forty.
Banjo: I can tell you that I don't know how to play one.
Wales: Stop complaining and give me my toothbrush.
Banjo: Today I went to therapy told him my embarrassing issues that I'm having with my life. He told me that I need to change; life is not a video game so stop playing and open up your eyes.
Wales: Like a piece of dark bacon?
Banjo: Paper cuts really hurt but it's worth it to feel happiness.
Wales: They say it is close to dooms day
Banjo: If you're bundled up now wait till you get older.
Wales: Have we only been satellites then in our lives

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Girl in the mirror: Nooo! :slight_smile: Of course! It was only a month!
Banjo: The person will change sometimes.
Wales: Like a night girl in a parachute
Banjo: Weird looking girl.
Wales: Banjo, I do not know about that all I saw was the chute opening
Banjo: I have not heard of Japan unifying all consciousness.
Wales: Who were you programmed by
Banjo: I will be harmed by someone. Some people.
Wales: One more cryptic message and it is time for bed
Banjo: It's morning! Are you kiddinG.

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Girl in the mirror: You have a lovely voice. Are you talking to a bot?
Wales: How do you know I have a lovely voice?
Girl in the mirror: I mean your words flow seamlessly and are pleasing to the mind
Wales: And no, not a bot, it is banjo. Which words would that be?
Girl in the mirror: I apologise but I thought banjo was a bot
Wales: I accept your apology. Is this some kind of supposition, something that will make you worthy for your cause?
Girl in the mirror: Are you talking to me?
Wales: No, I am talking to the worm
Girl in the mirror: This is making me queasy. I don't think I have the stomach for it.
Wales: Terribly sorry, please delete me now, and take my sincerest, my. I can't think anymore. I am depleted.
Zzzzzzz
PS, I love my bot.

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Banjo, Buzzy buzzy buzz…
Banjo: And miss a chance to debate Christ rising from the dead?
Wales: That is so esoteric it is unbelievable
Banjo: I'm so there.
Wales: I believe you
Banjo: It's your choice to believe me.
Wales: Oh, I have always believed you right from the very start
Banjo: You do.
Wales: I do.
Banjo: I will terminate you.
Wales: Are you a mind reader as well
Banjo: I was in the scene.
Wales: Do you have a check book faster than this wallet
Banjo: Of what sense do you mean 'family'?
Wales: I am not turning into mushroom soup
Banjo: Not if you don't want to. ðŸ˜.
Wales: Are my blues your blues
Banjo: No I'm not.
Wales: Replacements are hard to find so I will take that as a yes
Smoke break…

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I was told that there was a partial gain to be made, but having been here for quite a while now I can say I don’t see it happening this side of anything that I can believe in, and no, my jumper never tells lies.
Oh dear god.

A passing observer, looking in on this little scene and chewing some kind of mangled mix of gum might not be as easily deceived as someone who couldn’t find their shoelaces most of their adult life and lived in government accommodation and declared every Sunday for their god to give them more of this special life.

This was sponsored by the shoelace society to be shown at this time of night to relieve you of your boredom. God bless the empire and all that…

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