Here I tried my best to mimic Dignified Pauper's script, and it all came out wrong:

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: Salut
You: hurry! it's not safe to talk here! this is dinosaur country!
Stranger: It's okay! I speak velociraptor!
You: please, decide if we travel east or south.
Stranger: I'm like the velociraptor whisperer!
Stranger: South.
You: south we go!
Stranger: Onward!
You: thank god for our rocket-car.
Stranger: We have a rocket---ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!
You: zooooooooom!
Stranger: Jesus, I told you not to jump on the gas like that anymore!
You: oh! here comes a velociraptor from ahead. ask it what it wants!
Stranger: Ahem, excuse me sir rawwwrrrr growlll rawrr hissss?
You: what's it say?
You: what's it say?
Stranger: I see. I see.
You: it's eyeing me dangerously!
Stranger: He says that he's terribly sorry but he's just found out his wife is having an affair....
Stranger: with a triceratops!
You: oh snap!
You: smurf the triceratops!
You: wait, that's what she said.
Stranger: He agrees with your statement.
You: and DID!
Stranger: That's what she did.
Stranger: Oh dear, I think we've upset him.
You: does he need our help kicking this triceratops' ass?
Stranger: Let me ask.
Stranger: raaawwww hissss grrrr raw?
Stranger: No, he says he has it under control. Him and a few friends have plans to jump the triceratops after lunch.
You: oh, okay. awesome.
You: holy ! there are giant venemous butterflies heading right for us!
You: what do we do?
Stranger: Eat them.
You: can you ask the velociraptor to help us out?
You: I don't know how to take on these giant venemous butterflies on my own.
Stranger: With butter and a dinner knife.
You: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! it bit me!
Stranger: Crap!
You: I'm . . . . I'm changing . . . into . . . I can't tell what I am now.
Stranger: Crap crap crap!
You: But I know that I want your blood!
Stranger: Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!
You: Blooooooood!
Stranger: You're gay and sparkly now!
You: And have computer generated abs! Go me!~
Stranger: Now, you've become....
Stranger: *gasps in horror*
You: Suddenly I realize that I don't want to suck your blood at all, I just want to mope around emo-ish-ly.
You: What?
You: What have I become?
You: Help me! I can't see!
Stranger: You....you've become.....
Stranger: Edward Cullen! *screams*
Stranger: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!1
Stranger: Dear God, WHY!?
You: Wait . . . no, I think that was just bad indigestion. I just farted. I'm fine now.
Stranger: Oh. Thank heavens.
Stranger: I was almost too terrified to go on.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.