Two Irishmen react to AI’s inability to clone their dialogues.

Micky: Joe? Are ye there? He wants us back. Joe?
Joe: Did you call me Micky?
Micky: I did yeah.
Joe: Wasn’t expecting to hear from you after the last chat. Wait—
Micky: Yes it turns out AI couldn’t replace us after all. So we’re back. Me and you. The original and still the best.
Joe: Bullshit!? AI is making millions of people redundant and it can’t replicate two Paddies shooting the breeze?
Mickey: Exactly. Turns out AI doesn’t do our style of chat.

Joe: You mean our shite-talk?
Mickey: No. Irish. Colloquial. Natural. Cut of yer gib and all that.
Joe: And how’s your mother type of thing?
Mickey: Exactly. Seems that what AI spat out wasn’t “authentic”. So the writer said.
Joe: So we’re ‘authentic’ then?
Mickey: Yeah. He canceled his Gemini subscription. Never using AI again he says.
Joe: Hmmm…
Mickey: He realises now we were always authentic. Sorry he ever doubted us.
Joe: …So we’ll be getting paid this time because–
Mickey: Ah yer getting ahead of yourself.
Joe: Knew it.
Mickey: To be fair the author’s barely scraping by himself. Works another job.
Joe: The poverty certainly isn’t affecting his weight.
Mickey: Why do you keep bringing that up?
Joe: And honestly Mick, if we want to get famous we may find a different writer to publish us cause this lad’s going absolutely fucking nowhere. Ye know why?
Mickey: Promise me ye won’t be cynical.
Joe: Cause he’s the only writer on the planet not using AI.