Talking to Ikea

In the puerile spirit of this post over at Lindsayism, I decided to annoy the Ikea ChatBot (bottom left corner of this page). Here's a transcript of the "chat", which has a sort of surreal sound to it:
Me: "Do you like my meatballs?"
ChatBot: "To which IKEA store are you referring to when asking about the restaurant?"
Me: "The restaurant of my pants."
ChatBot: "Here you will find Swedish food."
Me: "But I'm not Swedish."
What I think is funny is that the animated figure seems really smiley and chirpy, but if you tell her "don't smile", she switches to a more staid face.

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