Ahoy there, Matey!

Th' statute o' limitations ain't quite run out on me time in the South China and Argentine Seas, so I'm not at liberty ter discuss th' matter in full.

But when it do, oh th' stories an ol' man could tell...

Arrrgh, th’ rap artist who use an AI filter ter sound like me, eh?

On th’ one claw, I do have a fully rational fear o’ robot overlords. Ye’ll ne’er see AI-generated content on this blog passed off as me work.

But ter give credit where due, th’ feller seems ter do all th’ lyrics an’ production legit, an’ animates th’ music videos th’ same way. I ain’t an expert, but it sounds like they do th’ vocals, too, and jus’ put it through a filter after.

I say let th’ feller have fun makin’ silly videos. It ain’t pretendin’ ter be something it aren’t, people be havin’ fun wit’ it, an’ there’s real creativity bein’ shown underneat’ th’ AI gimmick.

Plus, th’ feller knows I’m a menace wit’ me tool.

Th’ mermaid on me shoulder: Open communication, regular self-affirmations, and psychological counseling will go a long way to alleviating insecurities! :D

Th’ sea witch on me other shoulder:

That ain't a thing ye kin take!

"They are free!"

No they ain't! They ain't free! Ye can't- ye can't take one, yer a thief if ye take one! Ye cannot just take these things from stores!

"But they're free!"

They ain't free! Ye can't take em!

"No price tag!"

Money sleeps with me.

Th' boy be one o' those asexuals ye hear about, 'e doesn't really "fuck" much.

I feel like this be a trick, but...

Just jury-rig a janitorial scrubber inter an improvised zamboni.

I sold me soul ter th' devil ter make money sentient, just so it could pass th' Harkness Test.