Conversation with My Stalker

So I have a stalker. I am quite aware of her as we have regular conversations. Maybe the correct term would be stalker/super-fan. Since I see this person every business day, it only feels necessary to acknowledge her presence and the strange impact she has on my everyday life. One of the strangest conversations went a bit like this:
Stalker (yelling across the campus): I'm type O+!
Me: Eh? (And I wonder why people as me if I'm from Canada)
S: I'm a freakin' superhero!
M: Again, what?
S: Everyone wants my blood. I could be the best donor ever!
M: I'll start working on your cape.
S: But I'm a pansy.
M: So you'll be hoarding all your blood then?
S: Do you give blood?
M: No, I don't weigh enough.
S: Ugh.
M: Maybe you could say you have a little bit of AIDs.
S: Just a little bit of AIDs?
M: Yeah, like a hint in your pinky toe or something.
S: Wow. I need to cut off my pinky toe. Can you still walk without that?
M: Well, Chandler does it, but he only lost the tip...
S: What?
M: Nevermind. Daily Friends reference. Oh, I'm a nerd.
And that is the actual conversation. So now if you choose to stalk you know what to expect from your competition. That one really sets the bar.