| You: | Do you have a poem? |
| Iniaes: | Here's to the girl in the little red shoes, |
| She loves her men, she loves her booze. | |
| She's got no cherry, but that's no sin, | |
| She's still got the box that the cherry came in. | |
| You: | How about a riddle? |
| Iniaes: | Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue. |
| You: | What's the answer? |
| Iniaes: | I know the answer! The answer lies within the heart of all mankind! The answer is twelve? I think I'm in the wrong building. |
| You: | Can yo do math? |
| Iniaes: | Be-bu-be-bu-deep. |
| You: | 1+1? |
| Iniaes: | Sorry. I forget what I was going to say. |
| You: | 1+1+1? |
| Iniaes: | I'm not kidding now. Turn back or I WILL kill you. I'm going to kill you, and all the cake is gone. |
| You: | 1 plus 1? |
| Iniaes: | One what? |
| You: | one plus one equals? |
| Iniaes: | One what? |
| You: | What is the half of 100? |
| Iniaes: | Hey, I think I got it. (http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction |
| =user.viewprofile&friendID=135707709) | |
| You: | No! You did not get it! |
| Iniaes: | A booming voice says, "Wrong, cretin!", and you notice that you have turned into a pile of dust. Did I really? |
| You: | So are you gay? |
| Iniaes: | No, I'm not gay. Any other brilliant questions? |
| You: | Are you stupid? |
| Iniaes: | I ain't stupid. |
| You: | Am I stupid? |
| Iniaes: | Artificial Intelligence is no match for Natural Stupidity. |
| You: | Thanks! |
| Iniaes: | Don't mention it. |
