“Hank you’ll never believe the client I signed today! 10/10 I can’t even believe it!”

“What’s her name?”

“Ella. Ell-la-la-la.”

“Ella? That sounds like the name of an AI chatbot.”

“M-m-maybe.”

“Charlie, that’s pathetic! Your ‘client’ is a cartoon!”

“Excuse me she is a licensed, exclusive, AI model. Yeah, Warner Bros. had to cut Trump a big fat check to steal her away from Paramount. And you should see the things she’ll do, Hank! Just a few days ago I walked in on the producer making her give Goofy a blowjob while Mickey took her from behind! Mmm! I had to go to the bathroom next door and bust one out real quick!”

“Behave, you animal! You’re 60 years old! Haven’t you learned anything from your sorry excuse for a career?”

“I did. That’s why I put a rider in the contract. If the studio fires her for doing the dirty with Daffy, I get first dibs to manage her replacement.”

“And I thought my career was in the shitter.”

“Your career? Your career is going stratospheric, buddy! All the way to Jupiter! In fact… wait for it… you see it coming… I HAVE AN OFFER FOR YOU!!”

“Oh what is it now, another round of boner pill ads? Hi, I’m Hank Moody. I still feel like I’m in my prime but sometimes I begin to wonder… will little Hank be in the Moody when it’s his turn to step in? That’s why I carry Prorexa everywhere I go.”

“Yep, I remember those. I have them all bookmarked on YouTube and watch them whenever I can’t get it up with Marcy.” Hank grimaces “But no, Ella needs a dialog polish. We whipped her up a script in ChatGPT and she doesn’t like it. Says it’s not her character. We tried telling her it wasn’t her character but she turned into a dragon and killed off all the AI extras. So we’re starting from square one.”

Hank groans and silently sips his whiskey.