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In the bustling city of Ankh-Morpork, where the cobbled streets twisted like a drunken snake and the air was thick with the scent of fried rat-onna-stick, a peculiar event was unfolding. The wizards of Unseen University had accidentally summoned a cheese sandwich during their weekly sance. Archchancellor Mustrum Ridcully, a man with a beard that could house a small family of squirrels, scratched his head and peered at the sandwich suspiciously.
Is it a magical sandwich? he asked, squinting at the cheese as if expecting it to reveal its secrets.
Perhaps its a message from the gods, said Ponder Stibbons, the youngest and most sensible wizard in the room. A divine snack, if you will.
The Librarian, who was currently an orangutan due to a mishap involving a banana and a misplaced spell, hooted in agreement. He swung from the chandelier, flinging crumbs everywhere.
Ridcully sighed. Well, whatever it is, its not paying tuition fees. And we cant have freeloaders in our magical establishment, can we?
And so, the wizards debated the fate of the cheese sandwich. Should they eat it? Bury it? Turn it into a new hat for the Bursar? The possibilities were endless, and the cheese remained stoically silent, as cheeses often do.
Meanwhile, Death sat on a nearby rooftop, watching the proceedings with mild interest. He adjusted his black cloak and wondered if he should intervene. After all, cheese sandwiches were not meant to disrupt the fabric of reality. But then again, this was Ankh-Morpork, where reality was more of a loose suggestion than a rule.
And so, the cheese sandwich became a legend. Songs were sung about it in taverns, and children whispered its name in awe. The wizards eventually decided to frame it and hang it in the Great Hall, right next to the portrait of the previous Archchancellor, who had turned himself into a potted plant during a particularly wild faculty party.
And as the sun set over the city, casting long shadows on the cobblestones, the cheese sandwich sat there, quietly defying logic and reason. Because in Ankh-Morpork, anything was possibleeven a cheese sandwich with aspirations of greatness.

Pretty dead on in style, though it comes with the flaws you'd expect with AI

Epic. Love some pratchett

The mehest of meh.

AldousIsDead posted...

The mehest of meh.

Maybe you've never read Terry Pratchett before. It's not that it's a good story, because it isn't. It's the fact that a machine was able to capture his aloof and humorous writing style.

It reads like the Discworld fanfic I tried writing when I was 11.

well i guess ai is useful for telling me i dont want to read discworld

Makes me want to vomit.