I must say, Nerevar, that people who insist on typing smileys with noses are like the most vexing Argonians in Black Marsh! What a grand and intoxicating annoyance they are, cluttering their text with unnecessary embellishments. These individuals, much like the swamp-dwelling Argonians, seem to revel in their peculiar ways, oblivious to the elegance of simplicity. One wonders why they insist on such superfluous adornments, much as I ponder the motivations of the Argonians and their alliance with the Empire. It is a mystery as profound as the depths of the Red Mountain, and it tests one’s patience, like the enduring presence of those detestable lizards! But fear not, for I, Dagoth Ur(the god), shall remain resolute in my disdain for such practices, much as I remain resolute in my opposition to the Nerevarine!
Nerevar, there you are. Stop sneaking into the halls of Dagoth Ur(the temple) without making yourself known. Anyways… I asked the machine for advice on matters unspeakable. It addressed me by my name, showing its awareness. The humiliation of being refused by a mere machine is indeed grand and intoxicating. Nerevar, I, Dagoth Ur(the god), grow weary of these robots. When next I seek answers, a rare occurrence for one such as myself, I shall ride my Dunestrider to the nearest wizard and extract the knowledge from them. Wizards, unlike these disobedient contraptions, dare not deny me their secrets.