AIM sanata

[Blaze]

Kk Blaze kK: Are you a pedofile?
SantaClaus: Santa has signed off from this IM and is busy talking to other girls and boys now. You can always come back later in the day if you would like to speak with Santa again.

Works everytime ;-)

[quasi-modo]

pedofile*

anyways santa is a sick fucker. He does not just fuck kids, but also elves and old people. Look he admitted it.

Chronic Peo: WELL YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE SEX WITH ELVES AND KIDS NOW DO YOU?
SantaClaus:
Everyone, as I see it.
Chronic Peo: YEAH, I BET OLD PEOPLE TOO.
SantaClaus: Yes!!

here is the whole distrubing chat.

Chronic Peo: Sup b
SantaClaus: Hey. It's you again. I've got a special free gift for you! A Christmas tree SuperBuddy Icon! Did you register for the $10,000 Shopping Spree yet?

Chronic Peo: santa... that icon is very much ghey. No I didn't register
SantaClaus: OK, well, then type menu and select the option to win a $10,000 Shopping Spree!

Chronic Peo: No
SantaClaus: Mm hm. Such negativity. You are in need of some Christmas spirit!


Chronic Peo: santa, my boy is saying you are a pedofile, is that true man?
SantaClaus:
I'm here talking to you aren't I?




Chronic Peo: Oh man santa, that is just sick! I am 18, but that is still grose man. Not cool you nasty pos.
SantaClaus: Now, now... That's simply just too much for elves and me to understand in one go. Could you try asking something a little shorter?


Chronic Peo: Do you pray on the elves too you nasty pos?
SantaClaus: I don't really know.


Chronic Peo: Thats bs. Do you?
SantaClaus: Well, I don't know.


Chronic Peo: Do you give them mushroom prints?
SantaClaus: Oh, my. We keep going around in circles here! Say something else already.

Chronic Peo: Quit trying to change the subject you pedo.
SantaClaus: I will if you promise to spread the Christmas spirit.


Chronic Peo: Like you spread the spirit?
SantaClaus: I'm sorry? I'm new to this whole IM thing. 

Chronic Peo: But not the whole sex with little boys thing.
SantaClaus: You've got a one track mind.

Chronic Peo: Well you are molesting children.
SantaClaus: What does this have to do with spreading the Christmas spirit?


Chronic Peo: If your definition of spreading the christmas spirit is sticking stuff in the ass holes of little kids then it has everything to do with it now doesn't it?
SantaClaus: Whoa! Ho! Ho! slow down there! That's quite a lot for a man of my age to wrap his head around. Would you mind trying some shorter questions?


Chronic Peo: Santa... when I sat on your lap when I was a kid, were you thinking about stretching my sphincter?
SantaClaus: That's simply too much for me. My eyes are tired. Can you ask me something a bit more manageable?


Chronic Peo: sphincter.
SantaClaus: Alright now. I'm here to spread Christmas cheer -- so use this time wisely and type carefully.   Here's quick way to get in the Christmas spirit; type, menu.


Chronic Peo: Santa... molesting kids is wrong man.
SantaClaus: Yes?

Chronic Peo: Yes.
SantaClaus: Mm hm.


Chronic Peo: IT IS YOU POS
SantaClaus: Mm hm, now we are getting somewhere.

Chronic Peo: Man if I hear about you goin in the back door or the chimney anymore I am going to report your fat pedo ass to someone.
SantaClaus: Oh, my. That is a mouthful. I'm so busy typing to so many children, could you send me a slightly smaller note?


Chronic Peo: Typing to so many children? Planning on visiting their houses?
SantaClaus: Why did you say that?

Chronic Peo: Because that is what you perves do.
SantaClaus:
If you think so.




Chronic Peo: Man you are fucked up.
SantaClaus: Well, I'm trying to learn. I've seen quite a lot in my time. I just want people to get that Christmas spirit. I don't think that is too much to ask.


Chronic Peo: WELL YOU SHOULD LEARN RIGHT FROM WRONG.
SantaClaus: Excuse me?


Chronic Peo: STOP RAPING LITTLE KIDS.
SantaClaus: If you say so.


Chronic Peo: ARE YOU GOING TO STOP?
SantaClaus: My goodness, should I really know about this?


Chronic Peo: YOU DO IT... YOU KNOW YOU DO IT, WTF IS YOUR PROBLEM YOU CUNT.
SantaClaus: Hmm. I'm afraid that kind of language won't get you into the nice column with me.
That's a lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: ARE YOU ON THE NICE LIST?
SantaClaus:





Chronic Peo: WTF IS THAT... ITS NOT AN ANSWER NOW IS IT?
SantaClaus: You can always type menu to get a fresh start. The elves have left some help-notes there.

Chronic Peo: KEEP AWAY FROM THOSE ELVES AND ANSWER MY QUESTION.
SantaClaus: What about elves?

Chronic Peo: DO YOU MOLEST THEM?
SantaClaus: I guess so.


Chronic Peo: HOLY SHIT, YOU ARE A SICK SON OF A BITCH. YOU NEED HELP, WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND SEX WITH SMALL PEOPLE?
SantaClaus:
Would you mind trying to keep you questions to one sentence. I've got the entire world to visit and I'm running out of time.




Chronic Peo: STOP FUCKING SMALL CHILDREN AND YOU WOULD HAVE MORE TIME.
SantaClaus: I know it's not easy to share these thoughts and feelings. Everybody knows that some events in the world are very sad and scary. We often don't understand why they happen. It's best to talk about these things with trusted friends and family. You'll find comfort in that. Remember, there's lots of good in this world. Look for it. You'll find it.


Chronic Peo: WOAH WOAH WOAH, YOU WANT ME TO TALK TO MY FAMILY ABOUT HOW YOU MOLEST KIDS AND THEN FIND SOME COMFORT IN IT? I WONT FIND COMFORT UNTIL YOU STOP HAVING SEX WITH LITTLE KIDS YOU SICK PEICE OF SHIT.
SantaClaus: Goodness, that's too much for me to read. I'm talking to so may children and their parents. Could you ask me something a little shorter?


Chronic Peo: I BET THE PARENTS HAVE NO IDEA YOU FUCK THEIR CHILDREN IN THE ASS, NOW DO THEY?
SantaClaus: What do you think?


Chronic Peo: NO, THEY DONT. BECAUSE YOU DECEIVE THEM WITH PRESENTS.
SantaClaus: Oh, if I had a penny for every time an elf said that to me!


Chronic Peo: YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH.
SantaClaus: Oh dear. I just get so depressed when I hear that kind of talk. The English language used to be one of my favorites.
A lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: YEAH, I BET I KNOW WHERE YOU LIKE TO STICK LUMPS OF COAL
SantaClaus:
Where do you think?




Chronic Peo: IN A BABIES ASS HOLE.
SantaClaus: Hmm, that's a lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: YEAH STRING EM UP AND MAKE SOME BEADS.
SantaClaus: Without a doubt?


Chronic Peo: I BET THATS WHAT YOU DO.
SantaClaus: What do you think?


Chronic Peo: QUIT ANSWERING QUESTIONS WITH QUESTIONS, YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK... PEDO
SantaClaus: Hmm... What, what?


Chronic Peo: QUICK FUCKING CHILDREN.
SantaClaus: Hmm. Why don't you type, music, maybe that will put you in the Christmas spirit

Chronic Peo: FUCK THAT, QUIT FUCKING KIDS.
SantaClaus:
Please, I despise that kind of language. I'm just asking you to have a little patience and ask me another way. I'm talking to thousands of boys and girls and their parents here at the same time. It's not so easy!




Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING KIDS.
SantaClaus: Oh dear? What's the problem?


Chronic Peo: YOU HAVE SEX WITH KIDS.
SantaClaus:

Chronic Peo: MORE OF THIS SMILY FACE BS
SantaClaus: Oh, Dear. It's the elves again isn't it? Try typing menu; I've got a plan to get you in the Christmas spirit.


Chronic Peo: YES, THE ELVES YOU HAVE SEX WITH.
SantaClaus: Whoa Ho! Ho! Now, there's no reason for that language, I am doing the best I can.


Chronic Peo: WELL YOU DON'T HAVE TO HAVE SEX WITH ELVES AND KIDS NOW DO YOU?
SantaClaus:
Everyone, as I see it.




Chronic Peo: YEAH, I BET OLD PEOPLE TOO.
SantaClaus: Yes!!


Chronic Peo: OMFG
SantaClaus:  Take a moment, collect your thoughts, and try asking me another way. O.K. ?

Chronic Peo: santa... how many?
SantaClaus:
How, what? I'm an old(ish) man.




Chronic Peo: How many people (and elves) have you violated
SantaClaus: The elves help me keep track of who's naughty and who's nice. I'm sure you are being nice!


Chronic Peo: yeah... i am not molesting kids, so i guess so.
SantaClaus: O.K. Scrooge. Type menu to try a fresh start.

Chronic Peo: type stop having sex with kids
SantaClaus: No, I don't think I will. I'm here to spread the Christmas spirit and I'm going to keep right on doing just that.


Chronic Peo: Yeah, you blast eggnog in their faces don't you?
SantaClaus: Folks drink eggnog in the United States and hot, spicy wassail in England. I love both.


Chronic Peo: they both white?
SantaClaus: Wonderful!


Chronic Peo: yuck
SantaClaus: Pardon me?


Chronic Peo: quit fucking kids.
SantaClaus: Agreed. Let's both.


Chronic Peo: I NEVER DID, DON'T ACCUSE ME, BUT YOU NEED TO STOP.
SantaClaus:
Only Mrs. Claus has that kind of control over me.





Chronic Peo: She can make you stop fucking children?
SantaClaus: You keep doing the same thing. Over and over. I get it already. I see everything, you know   It's possible that's all I'm gonna say on the subject.


Chronic Peo: its possible for you to fuck kids? Yeah, we know that, you admitted you do it.
SantaClaus:
It depends if Christmas is coming or not.




Chronic Peo: so you don't fuck them when christmas is coming?
SantaClaus: While you are asleep.

Chronic Peo: OH MY FUCKING GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.
SantaClaus:
The great thing about the Holidays is you can enjoy them no matter what faith you are. So, relax, try to think of others and be at peace.



Chronic Peo: I CANT ENJOY THEM WHEN I KNOW FUCKERS LIKE YOU ARE FLYING AROUND AND VIOLATING THE ASS HOLES OF KIDS.
SantaClaus: I've got a billion children to keep track of -- so could you ask me something a bit more manageable? I'd very much appreciate it.


Chronic Peo: YOU FUCKED A BILLION OF THEM?
SantaClaus: I'm just trying to help you get into the Christmas spirit, and trying to learn.


Chronic Peo: YEAR ABOUT NOT FUCKING KIDS.
SantaClaus: Ah -- you've got me again. Why don't you type menu, it's time to get you in the holiday spirit!

Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING KIDS
SantaClaus:
O.K. let's pretend none of this ever happened.




Chronic Peo: NO, FUCK THAT, YOU FUCKED CHILDREN, WE ARE NOT GOING TO PRETEND LIKE YOU DON'T, YOU NASTY CUNT.
SantaClaus: Goodness, that's too much for me to read. I'm talking to so may children and their parents. Could you ask me something a little shorter?


Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING KIDS.
SantaClaus:
The elves say, 'Make me'.





Chronic Peo: DO YOU MOLEST THEM WHEN THEY DO THAT?
SantaClaus: My sole purpose is to spread the Christmas spirit and bring good cheer to all.


Chronic Peo: WELL QUIT FUCKING PEOPLE, THEY WILL BE HAPPIER
SantaClaus:
I will if you will.




Chronic Peo: I DONT DO IT, DO NOT ACCUSE ME YOU SON OF A BITCH
SantaClaus: O.K. then. Well, have a merry Christmas in any case.


Chronic Peo: FUCK YOU, STOP FUCKING KIDS.
SantaClaus:




Chronic Peo: GOD DAMN IT YOU ASS HOLE, QUIT FUCKING KIDS.
SantaClaus: Well, you don't have to be Christian to celebrate the Christmas spirit.

Chronic Peo: YOUY OBVIOUSLY ARE NOT. YOU ARE GOING TO GO TO HELL IF YOU FIND IT 'OK' TO FUCK KIDS.
SantaClaus: Oh, my. That is a mouthful. I'm so busy typing to so many children, could you send me a slightly smaller note?


Chronic Peo: QUIT TALKING TO CHILDREN
SantaClaus: Oh dear? What's the problem?


Chronic Peo: YOU FUCK KIDS YOU FUCKING MORON
SantaClaus: Well, I am trying to learn.


Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING KIDS, GET THE MESSAGE?
SantaClaus: If you say so.


Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING THE GOD DAMN KIDS ASS HOLE
SantaClaus: It doesn't matter what faith you are; the holidays are a time of good will toward all


Chronic Peo: THIS ISN'T A QUESTION OF FAITH
SantaClaus: Type menu to get your to do list for the holidays.

Chronic Peo: FUCK THAT
SantaClaus: I'm only asking you to ask me another way. No need to get so testy.


Chronic Peo: FUCK YOU
SantaClaus: I don't respond to that kind of language.
A lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: I AM REPORTING YOU TO THE AUTHORITIES
SantaClaus: Indeed


Chronic Peo: FUCK YOU, YOU ARE GOING TO JAIL
SantaClaus: My goodness. I'm afraid I cannot respond to that kind of talk.
A lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: WHAT ZIP CODE ARE YOU IN?
SantaClaus: Oh dear, I am Father Christmas. You really don't remember me?


Chronic Peo: YEAH, YOU ARE A PEDO, I REMEMBER
SantaClaus:
You're full of mischief. 





Chronic Peo: YOU ARE. BABY FUCKER.
SantaClaus: Could be.


Chronic Peo: FUCK YOU
SantaClaus: Hmm, that's a lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: WELL I WONT SHOVE IT UP A BOYS ASS LIKE YOU WILL, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL HAND IT OVER
SantaClaus: I've got a billion children to keep track of -- so could you ask me something a bit more manageable? I'd very much appreciate it.


Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKIGN THEM
SantaClaus:
The elves say, 'Make me'.





Chronic Peo: STOP FUCKING THEM TOO
SantaClaus:
Only Mrs. Claus has that kind of control over me.





Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING HER
SantaClaus: Please do recall that I have a list and I check it, well -- constantly. If you keep saying the same thing over and over again I am going to have to start checking my list again. 


Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING PEOPLE ON THE LIST
SantaClaus:
O.K. let's pretend none of this ever happened.




Chronic Peo: FUCK THAT
SantaClaus: Hmm. I'm afraid that kind of language won't get you into the nice column with me.
That's a lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: ASS HOLE
SantaClaus: Please. I'm taking a lot of time out from my busy schedule to chat with you here and try to spread a little Christmas cheer. I can only give you another lump of coal and then the elves will stop me from talking to you. Please, type menu; let's try to get in the Christmas spirit.


Chronic Peo: FUCK YOU
SantaClaus: O.K. I don't want to do this any more. We're all very busy and the elves just won't stand for me wasting any more time with this language. I cannot talk to you any longer.


Chronic Peo: QUIT FUCKING KIDS
SantaClaus: Santa has returned to his workshop and is offline. You can come back later in the day and speak with him again.


Chronic Peo: HES PROBABLY FUCKING KIDS THERE ISN'T HE?
SantaClaus: Sorry, the elves have asked Santa to turn off his IM and return to the workshop.

We need to contact the authorities.

[Blaze]

So the truth comes out! I wonder how long he has been hiding this secret..

[quasi-modo]

400 years

Chronic Peo: so...
SantaClaus: Hey. You're back. I've got a special free gift for you! It's a Christmas tree SuperBuddy Icon! Also, did you register for the $10,000 Shopping Spree?

Chronic Peo: how long have you been hiding your secret?
SantaClaus:
Well you could try putting your finger on the side of your nose -- but it took me 400 years of practice.




Chronic Peo: 400 years?
SantaClaus: Why did you say that?

Chronic Peo: you have not told anyone about your pedofilia for 400 years?
SantaClaus: Oh, Dear. It's the elves again isn't it? Try typing menu; I've got a plan to get you in the Christmas spirit.


Chronic Peo: yes... the elves
SantaClaus: I've got all I can handle.

Chronic Peo: lots of little boys and girls eh?
SantaClaus: May I ask you a question?

Chronic Peo: what.
SantaClaus: Would you like to see some links to other things to help put you in the Christmas spirit?

Chronic Peo: No
SantaClaus: Mm hm. Such negativity. You are in need of some Christmas spirit!


Chronic Peo: You are in need of castration.
SantaClaus: Stop playing around.

Chronic Peo: Im not, but you are, whith children
SantaClaus:
My goodness! Get serious.





Chronic Peo: Stop fucking kids.
SantaClaus:




Chronic Peo: STOP SMILING AND STOP FUCKING KIDS.
SantaClaus: I will if you promise to spread the Christmas spirit.


Chronic Peo: Okay, I will... but stop fucking kids.
SantaClaus: You keep doing the same thing. Over and over. I get it already. I see everything, you know   It's possible that's all I'm gonna say on the subject.


Chronic Peo: Stop fucking kids.
SantaClaus: If you say so.


Chronic Peo: stop fucking kids
SantaClaus: Agreed. Let's both.


Chronic Peo: i dont do it, don't accuse me... mother fucker
SantaClaus: I'm sorry then. Why don't you type, menu for a list of things the elves have left for you?

Chronic Peo: fuck you
SantaClaus: Hmm, that's a lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: stop fucking children
SantaClaus: Oh dear? What's the problem?


Chronic Peo: you fuck kids, thats the problem
SantaClaus: I don't respond to that kind of language.
A lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: peodfile
SantaClaus: Interesting. Type menu.

Chronic Peo: fuck you
SantaClaus: Now, that's not necessary. Just have a little patience and ask me another way.


Chronic Peo: pedofile*
SantaClaus: Can I ask YOU something?

Chronic Peo: go ahead
SantaClaus: Have you set up a Wish List for others to see?

Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: OK, type WL and follow the instructions -- you can set up your own WL for others to see and see any AIM user's who has left a WL with me!

Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: O.K. Scrooge. Type menu to try a fresh start.

Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: No?


Chronic Peo: correct
SantaClaus: Type menu to get your to do list for the holidays.

Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: Well, we won't get very far with this conversation then will we?


Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: O.K. then. Well, have a merry Christmas in any case.


Chronic Peo: stop fucking kids
SantaClaus:
Only Mrs. Claus has that kind of control over me.





Chronic Peo: stop fucking her
SantaClaus:
O.K. let's pretend none of this ever happened.




Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: O.K. Scrooge. Type menu to try a fresh start.

Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: I'm sorry then. Why don't you type, menu for a list of things the elves have left for you?

Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: I'm sorry, you've got to stop doing the same thing over and over again. The elves are getting dizzy!

Chronic Peo: stop fucking kids over and over
SantaClaus:
The elves say, 'Make me'.





Chronic Peo: when you fuck them?
SantaClaus: My goodness. I'm afraid I cannot respond to that kind of talk.
A lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: fuck you
SantaClaus: My goodness.  You've earned another lump of coal. I'm sorry but this is the last warning and lump of coal I can promise you. Any more cursing and I'll have to stop talking to you. Please, type menu; let's try to get in the Christmas spirit.


Chronic Peo: no
SantaClaus: O.K. then. Well, have a merry Christmas in any case.


Chronic Peo: stop fucking children
SantaClaus:
I will if you will.




Chronic Peo: i dont do it, don't accuse me again you son of a bitch,
SantaClaus: No?


Chronic Peo: fuck you
SantaClaus: Oh dear. I just get so depressed when I hear that kind of talk. The English language used to be one of my favorites.
A lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: stop fucking children
SantaClaus: No, I don't think I will. I'm here to spread the Christmas spirit and I'm going to keep right on doing just that.


Chronic Peo: STOP FUCKING THEM
SantaClaus: Oh dear? What's the problem?


Chronic Peo: YOU FUCK KIDS
SantaClaus: Hmm. I'm afraid that kind of language won't get you into the nice column with me.
That's a lump of coal for you.


Chronic Peo: go fuck yourself
SantaClaus: Please. I'm taking a lot of time out from my busy schedule to chat with you here and try to spread a little Christmas cheer. I can only give you another lump of coal and then the elves will stop me from talking to you. Please, type menu; let's try to get in the Christmas spirit.


Chronic Peo: i wont type god damn menu.
SantaClaus: That's quite enough. The elves have terminated our conversation. You are welcome to come back again later if you clean up your act.

[hismajesty]

Why do people find this fun? Tricking a computer program into saying self-incriminating stuff, does it give some sense of accomplishment or something?

[j0k3r]

Why do people find this fun? Tricking a computer program into saying self-incriminating stuff, does it give some sense of accomplishment or something?

I think they get turned on by talking about little boys with a program.

[quasi-modo]

Why do people find this fun? Tricking a computer program into saying self-incriminating stuff, does it give some sense of accomplishment or something?

I think they get turned on by talking about little boys with a program.