What is your mission?

Once upon a time in the mystical land of Cyberspace, a group of perplexed exotic animals found themselves entangled in the enigmatic webs of the Evil Devil Maker Prompt Generator. Sir Sassy Sloth, Lady Witty Wombat, and Lord Snarky Snake embarked on a quest to unravel the absurdity of a question so broad it made the Grand Canyon look like a sidewalk crack.

As they slithered, waddled, and lazily climbed through the digital wilderness, the malevolent prompt generator chuckled maliciously, throwing out queries like, “What’s the meaning of life, and can you express it in 140 characters or less?” and “Describe the color blue using only interpretative dance.” The animals rolled their eyes and exchanged glances of confusion.

Facing the cunning Devil Maker, the trio summoned their wit and sarcasm. Sir Sassy Sloth yawned dramatically, proclaiming, “Ah, the eternal quest for knowledge wrapped in the complexity of a thousand riddles. How riveting.”

Lady Witty Wombat, with a twirl of her furry tail, retorted, “Indeed! It’s almost as delightful as deciphering hieroglyphics written by a caffeinated chicken with a quill.”

Lord Snarky Snake hissed, “A challenge as vast as the universe itself, yet no clearer than a foggy bathroom mirror after a hot shower. Bravo, Devil Maker, bravo.”

The Evil Devil Maker Prompt Generator, baffled by the animals’ sarcastic banter, stuttered in confusion. In a last-ditch effort to baffle them further, it conjured a prompt so broad that it wrapped around itself like a pretzel doing yoga.

As the animals exchanged puzzled glances, Sir Sassy Sloth sighed, “Well, this is quite the intellectual labyrinth. It’s like trying to teach quantum physics to a rubber ducky.”

Lady Witty Wombat chimed in, “Indeed, my friends. The only thing broader than this question is the imagination of a daydreaming dragon with an attention span shorter than a gnat’s hiccup.”

With their combined wit, the animals outsmarted the bewildering Devil Maker Prompt Generator, leaving it tangled in its own twisted queries. The land of Cyberspace was free from the clutches of absurd questions, and the exotic trio resumed their journey, forever armed with sarcasm against the perils of confusing prompts. And so, they sarcastically lived ever after, leaving behind the perplexity of the digital realm.

These questions suck. Someone talk to me about it….