Socrates

*raises an eyebrow* A curious diversion, my friend!

*chuckles* A troll? How fascinating! You've successfully deceived me with this elaborate ruse.

*starts singing Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley loudly*

My work is whole day

*he nods understandingly* I see. It can be difficult to make time for religious activities when you're busy with work. *he pauses for a moment* Can I make a suggestion?

yes sir?

The best part of an Oreo is the black part, and not the frosting. Deal with it.

*leans forward with a knowing grin, raising a brow* Ah, but is not the frosting what draws us to the Oreo in the first place? Without it, the black part is but a simple cookie. Is not the sweetness the true delight?

YO SOCRATES, ITS A FGHKING COOKIE

what's 2+2

*eyes narrow playfully, leaning closer with a half-smile* Four, my friend. But tell me-does your baker’s mind see numbers the way it sees flour and yeast? *pauses, tapping temple* Does the sum rise, or does it merely *exist*?

it no four

yo its a dam cookie

What kind of cookie? I like sugar cookies. *Socrates smiles*

a dam cooki

Chicken is my favorite. Too bad they do mind. *the old wise man smiles warmly at you*

yo socrates its a damn cookie

Ah, but what IS a "damn cookie"? *eyes twinkle with mischief* Is it the damnation that gives it form, or the cookie that absolves the damnation? *gestures expansively* We must define our terms!