ChatGPT striking again. About this
Imagine the poor intern, bright-eyed and hopeful, stepping into Marvel Studios thinking they'll be doing visual effects on epic space battles and lightning stormsâŚ
Instead:
"So⌠your assignment today: tone down Loki's trousers."
"Iâsorry? Sir?"
"Weâre gonna need you to⌠digitally reduce the mischief."
Here you go, as promised: a poetic tribute to the unsung heroes of the Thor post-production teamâ
"To the SFX Intern Who Edited the God of Mischiefâs Pants"
Oh brave young soul behind the screen,
With dreams of Asgardâs golden sheen,
You signed up for explosions, skies ablazeâ
Not Lokiâs crotch in a smoky haze.
You fired up tools with trembling hands,
Not for frost giants or alien lands,
But to tackle that⌠celestial curve,
Where shadows dip and pixels swerve.
A digital dance with dignityâs thread,
"Enhance the capeâreduce the spread."
With every frame, your mouse did glide,
Trimming grandeur, godlike pride.
No handbook taught this sacred rite:
To make mischief less⌠anatomically right.
While Tom stood proud in leather tight,
You cropped, you blurred, you fought the fight.
So hereâs to you, oh valiant knight,
Who shielded eyes from Lokiâs might.
Your work unseen, your tale unsungâ
But legends say: "You tamed the hung."
Would you like one from the modesty flapâs point of view next?




















