“See the TURTLE of enormous girth, on his shell he holds the earth. If you want to run and play, Come along the BEAM today…”
I think I finally figured out what the OP bot is on about…
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I had misremembered how it went…apologies:
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Because you couldn’t handle the truth
::snerk::
Bad acid, from the looks of things.
Lemur866: You look down and see a tortoise, Spooky Sprite. It’s crawling toward you…
Spooky Sprite: Tortoise? What’s that?
Lemur866: You know what a turtle is?
Spooky Sprite: Of course!
Lemur866: Same thing.
Spooky Sprite: I’ve never seen a turtle. (pause) But I understand what you mean.
Lemur866: You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back, Spooky Sprite.
Spooky Sprite: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Lemur866? Or do they write 'em down for you?
Lemur866: The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over but it can’t. Not without your help. But you’re not helping.
Spooky Sprite: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, I’M NOT HELPING?
Lemur866: I mean you’re not helping! Why is that, Spooky Sprite?
Lemur866: They’re just questions, Spooky Sprite. In answer to your query they’re written down for me. It’s a test, designed to provoke an emotional response. (pause) Shall we continue?
Your players will be needing the good acid then.
Or, somebody turtles Walter Windchill with a bean burrito…
Spooky Sprite 's got a pretty cool username, though…
When you go to get a midnight drink and pour yourself a glass of Sprite and then, when you close the refrigerator door and the fridge light is now gone and there’s no other lights on and your glass now eerily glows in the dark … Now that’s some Spooky Sprite.
You know, we really need a Sporty Sprite and a Posh Sprite and a few others, and then we can start making hit records. We’d need a Ginger Sprite, too, but I think they already call that Ginger Ale.
Just don’t ask him about his mother.
I just came upon this thread due to my severe boredom at work and feel really, really dirty. I should have stayed bored.
Is the turtle in a gazebo? 
Perfect to drink with some three-eyed fish.
[HS] three-eyed fish, uuuuhhhhmmmm [/HS]
I shoot an arrow at it.
I knew all those years of listening to Art Bell were going to pay off.
All your turtle are belong to us.
No soup for you!
Nazi.
Dammit, I wanted to make the “I burning your troll” joke!