yo, Gemma 2 2B isn't bad!
>Prompt: write a long lovely story about siblings who always make weird jokes with each other.
The aroma of burnt toast filled the small kitchen as Elara, a whirlwind of vibrant energy with a nose permanently dusted with flour, attempted to flip a pancake. Her younger brother, Jasper, sat at the counter, his face a canvas of amusement. Elara's attempts at pancake flipping were legendary. Often, they were a spectacle of flour-splattered chaos, ending with a pancake stuck to a ceiling fan or a pancake the size of a small dog.
"Looks like the baby elephant got its trunk tangled in the dough this time," Jasper quipped, his voice a melodic drawl that always seemed to be laced with a hint of playful mischief. Elara, with a characteristic dramatic flourish, swatted him with a flour-dusted spatula.
"You're just jealous because I'm the culinary genius of this family, Jasper!" she retorted, her eyes twinkling. Jasper's laughter echoed through the small kitchen as Elara attempted to rectify the pancake debacle.
Elara, with her love for the fantastical, often compared things to creatures of myth. "This bread is like a troll, grumpy and refusing to share its deliciousness!" she declared, brandishing a loaf of sourdough. Jasper, a pragmatist with a heart for history, would then retort with a historical anecdote, comparing the sourdough to a Roman baker’s bread. The humor was a constant dance between their contrasting personalities.
Jasper, with his love for the classics, would often quote Shakespeare. Elara, with her love for the future, would then turn it into a futuristic story. "To be or not to be, to eat a pizza with pineapple or not to eat, that is the question."
Their oddball humor was their secret language. It was a language that only they understood, a language that revealed their deep-rooted connection and the love that flowed between them.
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That doesn't sound retarded low beak speech to me, it's actually enjoyable.
