You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
TOW TRUCK DRIVER: Hi, I'm Steve from West Side Towing! Somebody called me to come get a police car?
PAYNE: Safety Fairy...why?
SAFETY FAIRY: I know this is inconvenient for you, Constable, but I really don't trust that your tires have enough tread on them.
PAYNE: Safety Fairy, my car just passed an inspection two days ago.
SAFETY FAIRY: It's just as well--I don't think this tow truck is suited for the job.
STEVE: ...Wait, what's wrong with my truck?
SAFETY FAIRY: Can't you see? You have a bulb out in your amber light bar. You really should upgrade this thing to LED; they're so much brighter.
STEVE: This thing is a '99 and it has over 200,000 miles on it. I'm not upgrading anything.
SAFETY FAIRY: Oh dear, such an old truck! Are you sure it has adequate modern safety devices?
PAYNE: Go home, Steve.
STEVE: Yes, Constable!
SAFETY FAIRY: Great, now I have to call another tow truck!
PAYNE: I don't have time for this. Safety Fairy, it's been nice talking to you, I guess, but I'm going back to...you know, doing my job.
SAFETY FAIRY: Wait! Just let me measure your tread depth one more time.
PAYNE: I don't think that's safe.
SAFETY FAIRY: Why not?
PAYNE: Because they only way you're getting near my tires is if you're being run over by them. Goodbye.
SAFETY FAIRY: And people wonder why I don't trust our government these days.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
The break room microwave is wonderful. It actually makes things nice and crispy instead of a soggy mess like you usually get when you microwave something.
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PAYNE: Safety Fairy...why?
SAFETY FAIRY: I know this is inconvenient for you, Constable, but I really don't trust that your tires have enough tread on them.
PAYNE: Safety Fairy, my car just passed an inspection two days ago.
SAFETY FAIRY: It's just as well--I don't think this tow truck is suited for the job.
STEVE: ...Wait, what's wrong with my truck?
SAFETY FAIRY: Can't you see? You have a bulb out in your amber light bar. You really should upgrade this thing to LED; they're so much brighter.
STEVE: This thing is a '99 and it has over 200,000 miles on it. I'm not upgrading anything.
SAFETY FAIRY: Oh dear, such an old truck! Are you sure it has adequate modern safety devices?
PAYNE: Go home, Steve.
STEVE: Yes, Constable!
SAFETY FAIRY: Great, now I have to call another tow truck!
PAYNE: I don't have time for this. Safety Fairy, it's been nice talking to you, I guess, but I'm going back to...you know, doing my job.
SAFETY FAIRY: Wait! Just let me measure your tread depth one more time.
PAYNE: I don't think that's safe.
SAFETY FAIRY: Why not?
PAYNE: Because they only way you're getting near my tires is if you're being run over by them. Goodbye.
SAFETY FAIRY: And people wonder why I don't trust our government these days.
THey don't even have to be violent, they just have to stop helping keep the princesses safe from their own dangerous ideas.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
If you don't, you end up in a nightmare hell of trying to wake up and failing.
At least for me.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
("no, and that's probably a good thing")
EDIT: Drat, foiled again
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead