First of all, those of you saying, "Stop messing around with AI and write your own damn story, already!"--I hear you. At least, I hear the voice in my head shouting the same thing. And you're right. But since that's taking longer than I'd hoped, here's another story I got from the chatbot. It gave me another popping story (it's awfully reluctant to do that), but it committed the cardinal sin of allowing the victim to reform, which we all know is a big "NOPE" on my page. So here it is, with some corrections. _________________ Once upon a time, in the whimsical village of Quirkville, there lived a voodoo priestess named Madame Zara. Despite her mysterious aura, Madame Zara had a mischievous streak that often led to silly and unexpected situations. One fateful afternoon, Madame Zara decided to experiment with a new voodoo spell she had stumbled upon in an ancient grimoire. It promised to bring laughter and lightheartedness to those around her. Little did she know just how comical the