Let me try Diggler's Chatgpt thread
The coffee shop is buzzing with the chatter of the group of friends gathered around a large table. The smell of freshly brewed coffee fills the air.
TSY
Good morning Coffee Talkers, or as I call you the CT.
Diggler, with his long hair, excitedly shares his 4 am job stories with the group.
DIGGER
So, guys, you won't believe what happened this morning at work! I swear, it was like a scene from a movie.
RSF
(angrily)
Movies, again? Can't we talk about something real for once?
PLAMA
(rolling eyes)
Maybe if I had your job, Diggler, I wouldn't keep losing all this money in NFTs.
Mako, the janitor, joins in, self-consciously rubbing his bald spot.
MAKO
Speaking of movies, I used to look like a movie star, but now I'm just trying to avoid looking at myself in the mirror.
STRICKLAND
(fuming)
Mirror? Why do you even need a mirror? They're overrated.
Biff, the UGA sports enthusiast, tries to change the topic.
BIFF
Hey, did you guys catch the Bulldogs game last night? It was intense!
TIMMY
(smirking)
Of course, Biff. Sports, the pinnacle of intellectual conversation.
Everyone laughs, trying not to acknowledge that they secretly love Timmy.
Milhouse, the one-word wonder, chimes in.
MILHOUSE
(snarky)
Mom.
The group continues chatting, ignoring Milhouse's attempt to derail the conversation.
DIV
(grumbling)
Can we talk about something other than my boring job and the damn Vermont weather?
KORY
(sardonically)
Sure, let's delve into the riveting world of... um, well, nothing.
Windy, the thrice-divorced salesman, interrupts with his trademark line.
WINDY
(annoyed)
I thought we weren't supposed to talk about that here.
The group collectively sighs and nods.
BIRDMAN
(enthusiastically)
Speaking of annoying, have you guys seen the size of my hands lately?
Everyone stares at Birdman's disproportionately large hands.
PHAN
(correcting)
Have you seen the size of my hands, Birdman. Grammar, people!
ITC
(smirking)
You know, in Star Trek, they have universal translators to fix grammar.
COOKOUT
(trying to keep order)
Guys, let's not get carried away. Cookout's here to keep the peace.
YB
(chuckles)
Peace? I'm just here for the sweatpants.
TOWNIE
(suddenly standing up)
I'm leaving.
Everyone nods, accustomed to Townie's brief appearances.
NUMBERS12345
(pontificating)
Now, let's talk about this wine I had last night. It was wicked good.
BARCA
(disinterested)
Wine? I'm all about new Sierra Nevada Pickle beer.
Everyone groans at the mention of pickles and Louis Gossett Jr. movies.
COOKOUT
(disapproving)
Let's not forget the two cardinal sins –no pickles or Louis Gossett Jr. movies. Never again!
EVERYONE
(in unison)
We don't like pickles.
As the group laughs and continues their quirky banter, Timmy looks around, blissfully unaware that he's the unspoken leader of the misfit crew, aka Timmy's Group.