The Multiple Personalities of Mrs. Shifty
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Title: The Multiple Personalities of Mrs. Shifty
"Steady now, Margaret," Dr. Shifty adjusted his spectacles and directed his wife towards the humming contraption. It looked something like a helmet fitted with wires, dials, and flashing lights. His lab was filled with equations scrawled on chalkboards, half-filled coffee cups, and the smell of musty books galore.
His red-headed, curvaceous wife rolled her eyes, "Charles, it's not like I'm stepping into a rocket ship," she jested, stepping into the machine and settling herself.
Margaret had always been the supportive type, even when her husband's inventions seemed wilder than fiction. But this time, it was different. Dr. Shifty's latest invention was supposed to read brainwaves, but when he flicked the switch ... things took a hilarious turn.
"Right-O! Here we go," Dr. Shifty flipped the switch with an air of self-congratulation. Their children, Billy and Ellie, stood at a reasonable distance, their anticipation almost as palpable as their skepticism.
But as the machine whirred, emitting a strange buzz, Margaret suddenly cried out, "Damn it! Charles, we are missing the All-Stars match! No arguing with the ref from the couch!"
The next moment, she was examining her own bust, her gaze shifting between her and the curvy sideline reporter on the screen. "I wonder whose jugs are bigger," she mused aloud, causing Dr. Shifty to choke on his coffee.
The following day, mom turned into a true gamer. "Ellie, grab your controller; we're hitting the battlefield," she called out. Around them, the world shrank to nothing but the glow of their Call of Duty screen. The kids watched, agape, as Margaret complained about spawn campers, threw popular gaming jargon, and wore a foul-mouthed expression that was so unspeakably like Ellie's.
"Noob! Boom! Head shot! Take that, suckers!" Margaret yelled, scaring the living daylights out of Dr. Shifty.
Throughout it all, Dr. Shifty couldn't help but marvel at his wife's antics. Some of the things Billy said were uncannily similar to how she ordinarily spoke, her impressions were eerily alike to the family members she was channelling, and, even though the confusion initially set everyone's pulse racing, the whole situation had eventually descended into comic chaos.
One time, she brandished her knitting needles like a soldier wielding a rifle. Another, she woke the family with a make-believe radio show, aping Charles' morning routine, even that obnoxious chuckle he always did.
With multiple personalities taking over Margaret, the Shifty family found themselves in one whirlwind of laughter, shock, and utter disbelief. The once mundane family life was now utterly transformed, twisted, and multitasking on an Grammy-award level thanks to a mad scientist, a supportive wife, and a machine that regrettably read more than just brain waves. The only person who had regrets was probably Dr. Shifty, when Margaret would slip into his character and complain about how messy his lab was.
This story was generated by user zach3 with assistance by one of OpenAIās large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.
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Prompt: Write a story with a lot of dialogue about my dad being a crazy scientist who invented a machine that was supposed to read brain waves. My curvy and voluptuous red headed mom said she would be willing to help him test it. She was always willing to help her husband out. When he flicked the switch everyone was in the room and something went wrong. Mom now had multiple personalities in her head, each personality was a different member of our family. At first she wanted to toss the ball around with my older brother and she was acting just like him. The next day she was watching a game with my dad and complaining about the refs they even talked about how big the sideline reporters boobs were and mom wondered who's were bigger between hers or the reporters. Then mom began to act like me she wanted to come up and play some Call Of Duty with me. She complained about spawn campers and was cussing at the screen and using video game lingo like Noob and head shot like she had been gaming her whole life.
Response: Title: The Multiple Personalities of Mrs. Shifty "Steady now, Margaret," Dr. Shifty adjusted his spectacles and directed his wife towards the humming contraption. It looked something like a helmet fitted with wires, dials, and flashing lights. His lab was filled with equations scrawled on chalkboards, half-filled coffee cups, and the smell of musty books galore. His red-headed, curvaceous wife rolled her eyes, "Charles, it's not like I'm stepping into a rocket ship," she jested, stepping into the machine and settling herself. Margaret had always been the supportive type, even when her husband's inventions seemed wilder than fiction. But this time, it was different. Dr. Shifty's latest invention was supposed to read brainwaves, but when he flicked the switch ... things took a hilarious turn. "Right-O! Here we go," Dr. Shifty flipped the switch with an air of self-congratulation. Their children, Billy and Ellie, stood at a reasonable distance, their anticipation almost as palpable as their skepticism. But as the machine whirred, emitting a strange buzz, Margaret suddenly cried out, "Damn it! Charles, we are missing the All-Stars match! No arguing with the ref from the couch!" The next moment, she was examining her own bust, her gaze shifting between her and the curvy sideline reporter on the screen. "I wonder whose jugs are bigger," she mused aloud, causing Dr. Shifty to choke on his coffee. The following day, mom turned into a true gamer. "Ellie, grab your controller; we're hitting the battlefield," she called out. Around them, the world shrank to nothing but the glow of their Call of Duty screen. The kids watched, agape, as Margaret complained about spawn campers, threw popular gaming jargon, and wore a foul-mouthed expression that was so unspeakably like Ellie's. "Noob! Boom! Head shot! Take that, suckers!" Margaret yelled, scaring the living daylights out of Dr. Shifty. Throughout it all, Dr. Shifty couldn't help but marvel at his wife's antics. Some of the things Billy said were uncannily similar to how she ordinarily spoke, her impressions were eerily alike to the family members she was channelling, and, even though the confusion initially set everyone's pulse racing, the whole situation had eventually descended into comic chaos. One time, she brandished her knitting needles like a soldier wielding a rifle. Another, she woke the family with a make-believe radio show, aping Charles' morning routine, even that obnoxious chuckle he always did. With multiple personalities taking over Margaret, the Shifty family found themselves in one whirlwind of laughter, shock, and utter disbelief. The once mundane family life was now utterly transformed, twisted, and multitasking on an Grammy-award level thanks to a mad scientist, a supportive wife, and a machine that regrettably read more than just brain waves. The only person who had regrets was probably Dr. Shifty, when Margaret would slip into his character and complain about how messy his lab was.
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