this article is amazing. the author got so frustrated with a shitty chatgpt "shakespearean steamed hams" that they went and wrote their own
i was in tears laughing reading it aloud last night. heres a snippet
Chalmers: Seymour!
Skinner: Chalmers!
I but stretch my legs upon the casement.
In Siena do they counsel this
To strengthen humours and extend one’s life.
Meet me, pray, sir! I entreat you.
Chalmers: Nay.
Stranger things than this distrain my mind,
Which I perceive before me in this room:
Why smoke so black as from the mouth of Hell
Where weeping souls in anguish’d pain converge,
Now from your cook-pot reaches unto Heaven.
Skinner: Nay. ‘Tis no smoke you spy, but steam.
From the steamed lamb which I prepare.
The tender flesh, so succulent and fine,
Doth make me crave and yearn for us to dine.
