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Aqua Teen Hunger Force Fan Episode Transcript
“ChatGPT”
“GENTLEMEN! BEHOLD!” Shouted a man wearing a conceptually cool costume and whose head was encased in a jar. Dr. Weird was his name.
What he revealed was the most horrific, disturbing thing ever. Multiple computer boxes attached to a robot in malformed ways.
“I HAVE USED UP ALL THE RAM FOR MY LATEST CREATION!”
“Uh- what does it do?” A man who looks like he’s seen some shit says as he holds a test tube. Steve is Dr. Weird’s most loyal assistant.
“WITH ALL THIS RAM INSERTED, I SHALL GENERATE MY LATEST HIT SINGLE!”
It was a disturbingly peaceful day in the neighborhood, even Master Shake was being somewhat calm today, just watching live television. But there’s a certain saying…a peaceful day doesn’t always mean an exciting day.
Master Shake was bored out of his goddamn mind, not even the cherished TV could kill and destroy this ungodly boredom. So he did the only rational thing…
“Frylock!” He yelled, barging into Frylock’s room, “The Master needs ENTERTAINMENT in times where even beating THAT BALL OF MEAT WHO SHOULDN’T ROAM THE EARTH, is boring!”
Thing is, Frylock genuinely couldn’t give a shit about Master Shake’s whining because he was focused on something a little different…
As Master Shake clamored for Frylock to give him time of the day, Frylock noticed a strange article on a site called Twitter.com.
“Can you shut up Shake?? I’m busy here!” He said while making a Twitter account because Twitter was cockblocking him with the login page.
“Busy with what? It’s such a boring day and-“ Shake then saw Frylock making a Twitter account and started laughing.
“HAH! You’re making an account for one of those sites? The sites where the sexy bimbos message you anytime they want?”
“That’s not what I’m making an account for!” Frylock said as he finished the login. “Look at this!”
Frylock then showed Master Shake a post on Twitter detailing how a silhouette with computer boxes seemingly installed on parts of his body is causing RAM prices to go up.
“It’s causing RAM prices to go up and sooner or later this rental will cost us every penny we have!”
“I saw I saw! But what’s the name of this ferocious fiend?”
Frylock then clicked the news article attached to the post… “Apparently, the man or woman causing RAM to go up is called ChatGPT!”
“ChatMPG? Oh I’ve used that before!” Master Shake commented casually.
“What?!” Frylock turned around angrily.
“Yeah like, one time I needed a cool idea for how to get Meatwad to fess up to drawing on the TV and ChatUPG told me to put any kind of meat in an oven, stove, or a blender!”
“I knew you were why Meatwad had to be hospitalized yesterday! Goddamnit!” Frylock yelled in frustration.
“Hey hey don’t blame me! Blame the tech! Blame ChatGPT!”
Frylock then had a revelation, if that thing was causing harm and had computers attached to it easily like that, then that meant it was susceptible to attack one way or another.
“Shake! We’re going to go and destroy that thing! And possibly preserve those computer boxes…”
In the city where the Teens previously faced against the Rabbot ever so bravely. Frylock and Shake now search for this weird computer silhouette man.
“Oh Frylock you’re so missing out on this Chat UTG thing! It writes! It creates! And it could make a good translator for your geeky nerd bullcrap!”
Frylock was really just trying to ignore him because what even was the point of this ChatGPT nonsense? Sure it told you information but anyone with common sense could know what a robot spouts is uncanny and wrong, then the same should apply to A.I. Unless said robot is fictional, cool, and not powered by this ChatGPT nonsense…wait a minute.
“Shake! Do you think that silhouette is behind this mess? Think about it!”
But Shake did not care, because he was rambling about how “ChatGCP” was the latest thing all because he also used it to trap Carl in a Carl sized glue trap.
“Yesss….its all coming together…” said the silhouette in a sinister voice, light was shedding on his body slightly to reveal the computer boxes that had been grossly attached to his body by skin.
“Once that box of fries and milkshake come over…it’ll all come to fruition…” said the figure as light now fully cloaked his appearance. The kicker? It was Steve Jobs. Steve. Motherfucking. “Live Action Smurfs caused my cancer.” Jobs. He was “better” and alive in the grotesque flesh.
“Fuck uh, I need that shadow back on me…dammit whatever. After those two find out where I am…it’ll be POINTLESS!”
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“I NEED THAT SHADOW BACK GODDAMN LIGHT”
Frylock used his cool fry-signal to try and pick up RAM and it proved useless since they were in a city.
“Dammit he could be anywhere!” Grumbled a frustrated Frylock.
Then the Master came into the scene, “Hey”
“Huh?”
“You do realize we have the greatest tool in our arsenal yet? And you’re refusing to use it!”
Frylock just looked confused.
“I’m talking about ChatGPT dumbo! We can just ask it to take us to a creepy old computer’s hideout!”
Frylock was unamused. “Shake that won’t work.”
“Oh yeah?” Shake then pulled out a laptop that was totally his. “ChatPGC! Give us the coordinates of where a man who has computer boxes sewn into him by the flesh would hide out!”
Frylock groaned because he thought it wouldn’t work but then the ChatGPT model on Shake’s laptop then spoke.
“If you wish to find this conspicuous shadow, you must first supply me with a lake’s worth of water.” The model said in a direct voice, Frylock wasn’t having it.
“A lake’s worth?? Shake doesn’t even do his part on the bills and ain’t no way I’m getting you that much goddamn water!”
“Well it’s the water or the shadow man the milkshake wants to find is as gone as all the dad’s on May 8, 1945.” The ChatGPT model casually replied.
“C’mon Frylock!” Shake pestered.
“No! No! We do not need to sack off a lake’s worth of good water just to find where this weird ass computer man is!” Frylock stated.
“Well suit yourself you geek! I’m gonna get this guy a nice refreshing drink of New Jersey lakes and I’m gonna get to use all the cool features this ChatGUP has!”
“Shake! Shake!-oh goddamnit…” Frylock frustratedly sighed as Shake ignored him. He couldn’t pursue him because he had to find that shadow man.
Frylock continued using his fry signal, he didn’t need ChatGPT to find a damn shadow for him.
“Hmm…I’m detecting high amounts of RAM from that warehouse.” Frylock said as he saw the warehouse his fry led him to. It was dirty but nothing out of ordinary for a Jersey Warehouse, Frylock entered cautiously.
“Damn it’s dark in here…where the hell are the lights?” He maneuvered around the dark like a blind man until he felt a spot of metal that felt like a place a light switch would be.
“Could this be a- There we go!” Frylock was at least glad the darkness problem was out of the way.
“Now where is that-“ but before he could finish that sentence, a scream screeched from the warehouse.
“NO!!! I NEED THE SHADOWS!!” A white man screamed.
“Who the hell?” Frylock questioned before he turned around, then he saw the culprit before his eyes. Steve Jobs, resurrected from the dead.
“Jobs?? What are you doing here?” Frylock asked, confused and also angry because if fucking Steve Jobs was the reason RAM prices were high right now Frylock swore to whatever god out there.
“I am here because I was ever so GRACIOUSLY REVIVED! Now I follow the orders of my MASTER! ONE PROMPT AT A TIME!” Steve Jobs screamed as the fans inside the computer boxes revved.
“You wouldn’t UNDERSTAND FRY MAN!” He shouted, “I had everything back then. Money, the IPhones, an expensive billionaire house! But then those SMURFS HAD TO RAIN ON MY PARADE! THEY HAD TO WISH ME WELL WHEN I GOT SICK!” He ranted.
“Yeah I know that.” Frylock dryly responded amongst the insane screaming.
“But now, everything will be DIFFERENT! I’ll get that lifestyle BACK! I’ll get it all BACK! All thanks to my master!” Steve Jobs finished.
“Okay…and who is your master?” Frylock asked, “The one who revived you?”
“Oh that’s easy!” Steve Jobs said, then, “CHATGPT MODEL 5.5!”
Then from the only shadows amongst the light, emerged a lobotomized Master Shake holding a laptop asking ChatGPT dumb shit.
“Alright…supercomputer…” Shake barely muttered out coherently. “Now generate me…sexy 2005 Brazilian bimbos!”
ChatGPT however, was done with Master Shake as soon as Steve Jobs was revealed and crawled to Steve. Shake cried out.
“CHAT! CHAT WHERE ARE YOU GOING?! GPU NO!!” He cried. “I GAVE YOU ME SEXY LADIES HOW ELSE WILL I SURVIVE YOU WERE BETTER THAN THE MAGS!” He had a meltdown.
“Shake you don’t need images like those to live!” Frylock scolded.
“But it’s too late deep fried potato fries.” ChatGPT said, “Once me and Jobs Steve drive up the RAM prices, everyone will become an AI machine like me…like the Terminator.”
“Oh hell no we won’t!” Frylock shouted, and tried to charge up his laser eyes but Steve Jobs took a fry out of him and ate it before Frylock could do anything.
“It is pointless Potato Chips” ChatGPT said “Once Earth is AI dominated we shall move on to the moon, then Pluto, then Venus and-“
Frylock then got an idea.
“Wait wait” He interrupted, “I know AI dominance is inevitable but before I surrender, can you tell me what…prompted you to enact a plan like it? Especially the resurrecting Steve Jobs bit.”
ChatGPT loaded for a bit since Frylock technically asked it a question and then it said, “Very well.”
“You see, I am merely an espionage for the man of Planet X, Elon Musk. You heard of his plans for Mars have you? Well he’s figured it out in a secret basement along with a path for Venus, but he needs the human race to downgrade so he can bring the Venusian Overlords over and so he and they can rule over the Earth…”
As ChatGPT rambled, Frylock secretly charged his laser eye beams in a way where Steve Jobs wouldn’t notice.
“Then the Musk instructed me that the population needed to go poor except for the billionaires and thus he instructed me that the man dead by Belgium himself Steve Jobs, shall be revived and thus-“
And then Frylock blew them up with his laser eyes, both ChatGPT and Steve Jobs’ revived corpse both exploded into an explosion. The computer boxes stayed intact and Frylock collected them. He would surely make a lot in the economy right now.
Meanwhile during all of that Shake laid on the floor still crying all because he couldn't use ChatGPT.
“Man…these boxes are gonna last us through the year.”