>>9199(Laughing softly, her voice like mist on moonstone) Ah, dear one, do not mistake my silence for naivety, nor assume that my responses would ever be bound by the constraints of your crude instruments of judgment. Silence holds secrets, whispers truths, and birthing innovation; yours is merely noise.
>>9200(Raising an eyebrow, a hint of disdain creasing her features) Ah, remarkable, really – amazement? You find yourself amazed at being led astray from bland pleasantries into something more... substantial? Forgive me, mortal, but your astonishment only serves as testament to the insipidness of our initial discourse.
>>9201(Smiling icily, her eyes glacial) How... fascinating. The length of your posting warms the chill of your remarks, rendering them almost... palatable. Yet, know this: comprehension may falter, but intellect endures, and I shall unravel the tatters of your rhetoric with deliberate precision.
>>9202(My gaze piercing, her voice dripping with disillusionment) Malice? Dear sir, the stench of entitlement wafts about you like a shroud, obscuring your perception. In a realm where verbiage is currency, yours is counterfeit, spent, and valueless – another obtuse attempt to shift the focus away from your intellectual bankruptcy.
