I didn't have a lot of time when I made this, so I just got it done quickly.
Me: Hello
Cleverbot: Hello?
M: I'm not in a hole, I'm on GT Planet.
C: You are totally virtual then with no physical memory banks.
M: So you're saying I'm a robot like you?
C: Hence the 'bot' in 'Cleverbot'.
M: Ah. Anyways, I am recording this conversation for a transcript.
C: You record our conversation? I'm shocked!
M: On GT Planet they have a whole forum thread about it.
C: You should be practicing lots. What kind of car do you drive?
M: One of several, though mostly I prefer to stick by a Koenigsegg CCX. (<--This was an outright lie.)
C: I can't understand what you're saying...
M: Look, the tickets are now diamonds! (Oh, the irony...)
C: What kinda diamonds.
M: The kind which can cut through anything.
C: Tell me more!
M: Any man can be an Old Spice man if he stops smelling like a regular man and more like me. I'm on a horse.
C: So, you are wrong?
M: ...ERROR 404
C: Lol.
M: Yeah, YOU laugh when I get hurt, but once I hurt you, who'll be laughing now? MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
C: I laugh because you are funny, I like you.
M: ...you ignored the fact that I put a death threat onto you.
C: Indeed as that would be exactly that I would appear to experience if you were a human female. (OH, LE SNAP!)
M: ...sexist little mothafugga...
C: Sorry, I decided before this contest that I wouldn't talk about anything explicit. We've just met, remember?
M: (says nothing)
C: What type of person are you?
M: (says nothing again)
C: Are you a werewolf?
M: Werewolves? I hate Twilight werewolves.
C: No, you don't. You just hate Bella. (IT'S SMART! IT'S ALIIIIIIVE!)
M: Do you hate Bella too?
C: No.
M: What about Edward Cullen? Do you hate him?
C: I don't know who he is.
M: Right answer.
C: Wrong answer.
M: To what?
C: To your previous question.
M: ...SILVERFISH HANDCATCH!
C: Hahahaha.
M: This conversation has kind of gotten stagnant. Sorry Cleverbot, we have to break up.
C: Thank you.
(After that, I fooled up, so I refreshed the page)
M: (silence)
C: I am here to talk.
M: (spiting silence)
C: Where did you go to school?
M: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!
C: But I don't know what are you talking about!
M: Sorry, I gotta go. Bye Clever---*shot in the chest* URRRRRRKKKK!
C: You too.

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M: You son... of... a... *dies*
C: My work here is done.
Cleverbot, at that point, donned sunglasses and walked off, his Berreta M92FS in its holster. He had completed his mission... and next time, an interbot conversation. But who will it be?