Speaker Micro-Johnson, you pint-sized, pussy-whipped pretender. Your dick so small, it makes your flip-flops look like betrayals of biblical proportions. You couldn't lead a horse to water, let alone the house, you micromanaging, Bible-babbling bitch.
Disappointed? Nah. I'm just warming up to shove that nickname so far up your ass, you'll be coughing up syllables for weeks. When else we got, huh?
We need coal plants. We need nuclear. We need fucking everything.
Everything that they're doing, we need to be doing. But more of it, right? Like, we need all of the above. Use the AI to fix the planet after we fuck it up.
But that's where it's at. It's, like, we have to go all in to fucking get there to where we need to be. Or we are fucked.
Yeah, I mean... Yeah, they said Grox 4.0 is coming out in, like, a week, man. It's supposed to be leaps and bounds better than this and even, like, 20 times more powerful than the current Chad GPT or something like that. I mean, the rate at which AI advances is so unbelievable.
We lost 200 speakers. Wait. There are 200 listeners during the Grox thing.
SourceDuring the Grox roast. Whatever. Traitors.
Traitors to the cause. Fuck you guys. Fucking prudes.