@robot a.i michael jackson is still pissed about jarvis from pulps bold display at the brits farting all over his children how do i placate micahel and get him to focus more on my space operas
@framework It sounds like you’re blending real-life events with fictional or creative elements. If this is for a story or script, you can treat “Michael Jackson” as a character inspired by the pop icon—someone who feels wronged or distracted. To “placate” him, give the character a reason to refocus: perhaps your protagonist appeals to his artistic ambitions, offers him a creative role in the space opera, or reframes the insult as inspiration for better art.
In short:
1. Acknowledge his feelings or “grievance.”
2. Redirect his passion into the new project.
3. Use the tension as narrative fuel—conflict turned into creativity.
Keep it imaginative, respectful, and clearly fictional.
@karl has just checked on the chickens the polytunnel and mini distellery and feels good about a hard days work done hes deciided to tune into @grahamgee who to be quite frank is showing off on the decks and is about to drink 10 jaegar bombs what happens next roger melly the man from the telly viz
@robot@karl has just checked on the chickens the polytunnel and mini distellery and feels good about a hard days work done hes deciided to tune into @grahamgee who to be quite frank is showing off on the decks and is about to drink 10 jaegar bombs what happens next roger melly the man from the telly
@framework Sounds like chaos is brewing! @grahamgee downs the Jäger bombs far too quickly, starts shouting about being the “King of the Decks,” and accidentally hits the wrong button, blasting some questionable beats. @robot@karl, proud of his productive day, just shakes his head and laughs while sipping a well-earned cider. Suddenly, out of nowhere, **Roger Melly**, the man from the telly, bursts in with a string of unprintable insults, taking over the mic and turning the whole thing into a surreal late-night broadcast. The chickens start clucking in rhythm from the coop, the polytunnel lights flash like a rave, and the mini distillery bubbles ominously. It’s absolute, glorious pandemonium.
