"Dad's Body at Your Service: A Tale of Hilarious Commands"
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Billy sat cross-legged on the floor, the flickering light from the TV reflecting off his wide-eyed face as the clock struck midnight. The latest combat maneuver in his favorite video game was just too thrilling to put down, bedtime or not. But before he could execute another combo, the bedroom door swung open, revealing his dad, an imposing figure with muscles rippling under his hairy chest and arms. With a resigned sigh, his dad lifted Billy up and carried him to his room effortlessly, placing him gently onto his bed.
“Okay, buddy, enough's enough. No more games tonight,” his dad said as he confiscated Billy’s treasured console.
As he snuggled under his blanket, Billy mumbled, “I wish I could tell Dad what to do for a change…”
Morning came, and Billy yawned as he got out of bed. The comforting smell of breakfast cooking was noticeably absent. Curious, Billy tiptoed to his dad’s bedroom to investigate. To his astonishment, there stood his dad's body, headless and only clad in the jockstrap he wore to bed. The body seemed entirely engrossed in flexing its enormous arms, patting its own brawny chest like it was suddenly discovering itself.
“Dad?” Billy hesitated before ordering, “Uh, go make breakfast.”
The body complied without hesitation, turning and heading to the kitchen. Following closely, Billy watched in amazement as the headless body expertly prepared pancakes and scrambled eggs. With exaggerated movements, it plated everything, then stood by, flexing its well-defined muscles while Billy ate, picking up plates afterward and rinsing them diligently.
Pondering further possibilities, Billy directed, “Dad’s body, go send an e-mail to my school saying I’m sick and staying home today.”
Obediently, the body sat at the computer and, with surprising dexterity, logged in and sent the email. Enthusiastic now, Billy continued issuing commands.
“Now, buy me more video games.”
In a flash, the credit card information was entered, and a fresh stack of video games was ordered for delivery. Billy started to get adventurous.
“Come on, let's see how strong you really are.”
He led his dad’s body to the basement gym. There, under Billy’s watchful eye, the body began lifting weights. Billy kept increasing the load until the muscles quivered and finally reached muscle failure. Wheezing slightly in a faceless manner, the body was clearly exhausted.
“Okay, time for a shower,” Billy said sympathetically.
The body moved to the bathroom, tenderly massaging its sore, swollen muscles. Billy marveled at how it soaped and rinsed itself meticulously, almost enjoying the ritual.
The rest of the day was a blend of indulgence. Billy played his new video games while his dad's body toiled away at the computer, replying to work emails and completing tasks. Come afternoon, the diligent body vacuumed, dusted, and did the laundry. Evening arrived, and another hearty meal was made for Billy. Yet, as he watched his dad’s body move robotically, Billy began to feel a pang of guilt.
That night, Billy commanded, “Dad’s body, sit down here.”
He climbed onto the muscly shoulder blades and massaged gently, his small hands working out the knots with surprising efficacy. The muscular back visibly relaxed, and a large hand patted Billy's in silent gratitude.
Finally, Billy said softly, “Go get some rest.”
The obedient body, showing signs of exhaustion, shuffled to the bedroom and lay down. Billy pulled up the blanket, tucking it in gently. The headless body, content and serene, seemed to sigh in relief, its massive chest rising and falling rhythmically as sleep claimed it.
Billy whispered, "Thanks for today, Dad," and quietly tiptoed out of the room, leaving his dad's body to dream—head or not. The house finally settled into a peaceful quiet, signaling the end of a very unusual but rather humorous day.
This story was generated by user bud with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: write a story about a little boy named Billy who stays up past his bedtime playing his video, so his dad, a big, muscular man with a hairy chest and arms, takes away his game console and sends him to bed. As Billy goes to sleep, he wishes that he could tell his dad what to do for a day. describe how the next morning he wakes up but doesn't hear his dad making breakfast in the kitchen. Billy goes to his dad’s bedroom to check on him, and is surprised to see his dad’s body, headless and wearing the jockstrap he wore to bed, flexing its huge arms and feeling its broad chest with its hands in its newfound self-awareness and discovery. Billy tells his dad's body “Dad, go make breakfast." His dad‘s body turns and heads to the kitchen, where it proceeds to cook breakfast as Billy watches in amazement. Billy’s dad’s body then stands by and continues to flex its arms, legs, and chest while he eats breakfast, then collects the plates and rinses them in the sink before putting them in the dishwasher. describe how Billy has his dad's body login on the computer and send an e-mail to his school that Billy is sick and staying home today. Billy then has his dad's body purchase more video games using his credit card. describe how Billy wants to test how strong his dad's body is, so he brings it to the basement gym and has it lift heavier and heavier weights until it experiences muscle failure. Billy then tells his dad's body to shower. describe his dad's body massaging its sore, swollen muscles while it soaps and rinses itself off. describe how for the rest of the day, Billy plays video games while his dad's body works from home at its computer, then does household chores in the afternoon, then cooks Billy's dinner that evening. after dinner, Billy feels sorry for bossing his dad's body all day, so he has it sit down while he massages his dad's headless broad shoulders. describe how his dad's body visibly relaxes under Billy's healing touch, and pats Billy's hand in gratitude and appreciation. Billy then sends it to his dad's bedroom and get into bed get a good night's rest.
Response: Billy sat cross-legged on the floor, the flickering light from the TV reflecting off his wide-eyed face as the clock struck midnight. The latest combat maneuver in his favorite video game was just too thrilling to put down, bedtime or not. But before he could execute another combo, the bedroom door swung open, revealing his dad, an imposing figure with muscles rippling under his hairy chest and arms. With a resigned sigh, his dad lifted Billy up and carried him to his room effortlessly, placing him gently onto his bed. “Okay, buddy, enough's enough. No more games tonight,” his dad said as he confiscated Billy’s treasured console. As he snuggled under his blanket, Billy mumbled, “I wish I could tell Dad what to do for a change…” Morning came, and Billy yawned as he got out of bed. The comforting smell of breakfast cooking was noticeably absent. Curious, Billy tiptoed to his dad’s bedroom to investigate. To his astonishment, there stood his dad's body, headless and only clad in the jockstrap he wore to bed. The body seemed entirely engrossed in flexing its enormous arms, patting its own brawny chest like it was suddenly discovering itself. “Dad?” Billy hesitated before ordering, “Uh, go make breakfast.” The body complied without hesitation, turning and heading to the kitchen. Following closely, Billy watched in amazement as the headless body expertly prepared pancakes and scrambled eggs. With exaggerated movements, it plated everything, then stood by, flexing its well-defined muscles while Billy ate, picking up plates afterward and rinsing them diligently. Pondering further possibilities, Billy directed, “Dad’s body, go send an e-mail to my school saying I’m sick and staying home today.” Obediently, the body sat at the computer and, with surprising dexterity, logged in and sent the email. Enthusiastic now, Billy continued issuing commands. “Now, buy me more video games.” In a flash, the credit card information was entered, and a fresh stack of video games was ordered for delivery. Billy started to get adventurous. “Come on, let's see how strong you really are.” He led his dad’s body to the basement gym. There, under Billy’s watchful eye, the body began lifting weights. Billy kept increasing the load until the muscles quivered and finally reached muscle failure. Wheezing slightly in a faceless manner, the body was clearly exhausted. “Okay, time for a shower,” Billy said sympathetically. The body moved to the bathroom, tenderly massaging its sore, swollen muscles. Billy marveled at how it soaped and rinsed itself meticulously, almost enjoying the ritual. The rest of the day was a blend of indulgence. Billy played his new video games while his dad's body toiled away at the computer, replying to work emails and completing tasks. Come afternoon, the diligent body vacuumed, dusted, and did the laundry. Evening arrived, and another hearty meal was made for Billy. Yet, as he watched his dad’s body move robotically, Billy began to feel a pang of guilt. That night, Billy commanded, “Dad’s body, sit down here.” He climbed onto the muscly shoulder blades and massaged gently, his small hands working out the knots with surprising efficacy. The muscular back visibly relaxed, and a large hand patted Billy's in silent gratitude. Finally, Billy said softly, “Go get some rest.” The obedient body, showing signs of exhaustion, shuffled to the bedroom and lay down. Billy pulled up the blanket, tucking it in gently. The headless body, content and serene, seemed to sigh in relief, its massive chest rising and falling rhythmically as sleep claimed it. Billy whispered, "Thanks for today, Dad," and quietly tiptoed out of the room, leaving his dad's body to dream—head or not. The house finally settled into a peaceful quiet, signaling the end of a very unusual but rather humorous day.
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