AI Artist

No blood,

no sticky, hot, messy, awful blood.

No blood at all.

Why hadn't I thought of that?

No blood.

What a beautiful idea.

The killer is an artist.

His technique

is incred...

And there we go. Now wasn't that fun?

And remember kids, you can make art out of anything.

Even spaghetti!

Haha yes! I love spaghetti!

See you next time, ta-ra.

He never comes out.

Smells like ass in there.

I swear I saw maggots in my room the other day,

probably crawled out of his room.

I don't know what he does in there, he never leaves his fucking room.

No, he's fine.

He's got his big ass headphones in, he can't hear a goddamn thing I say.

How am I going to get him out? He doesn't say anything.

He doesn't respond to me.

I don't fucking know what to do.

He doesn't move. He doesn't leave his room.

Okay, hey, fuck Dirky.

Wanna hear a dream I had last night?

You cut off my face

and you wore it as a mask.

- What do you say we channel that for the shoot? - It's hot.

You like it...

Hold on a sec.

What are you doing, retard?

You creepy little fuck.

What is this?

What the fuck is this?

Dirky, are you teaching AI to steal my art

so that other people can duplicate it for free?

Do you see how fucked that is!?

You're not getting consent from the artist.

You're not getting consent from me.

You're raping the art industry, Dirky.

Just because you can type, type, type your sad,

twisted little words into a computer and it conjures up an image in 2 seconds