Our AI assistant asked if I would take a cross country cycling trip, so I said yes.
Austin: Yes? You wouldn’t make it across the state. I’d have to pick your carcass up before the vultures get you.
Me: I don’t need an electric knife. I can use one from the butcher’s block to stab you.
Austin: I used one from the block after the electric knife died. I cut the watermelon up all pretty and symmetrical. Not like you with a spoon, ripping its innards out.
Me: Like the psychopath gutting its victim.
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