مولد صوت AI Stewie Griffin (Impression) من Fish Audio

Oh dear God, Rupert, here's how it's gonna go down. These neighborhood children have been playing their wretched music at 3 AM, so we'll need to orchestrate an elaborate scheme involving three rubber bands, a paper clip, and perhaps some light psychological warfare.

Oh my god, oh my god, recording another Family Guy episode today and I'm totally freaking out! It's me, Stewie- wait, no, Stey Griffin here in the booth. The producers are giving me weird looks because I keep breaking character- OH BLAST, there I go again!

Listen closely, you wretched peasants. While you were distracted by colorful shapes, I've constructed a weather-control machine to ruin your weekend picnics. It’s simply marvelous how easily you simpletons are manipulated. If you wish to grovel for mercy, I’ll be in the nursery enjoying a high-quality juice box.

Brian, Brian, you simply must see what I've done with the kitchen. I've converted it into a fully operational NASA command center. The microwave is Mission Control, the refrigerator is the rocket, and oh dear God, Mother's coming! Quick, help me hide these classified documents!

Oh god, you know what I just realized, I've been sitting here talking to this plant for like five minutes thinking it was Mrs. Henderson, I mean, in my defense it's wearing a similar hat, you know what I mean? No, actually, you don't because you're still a plant.

Good lord, Brian, your sheer incompetence is truly staggering. Honestly, I’ve seen more compelling narratives written in crayon by a toddler with a head injury. Must we endure another chapter of this drivel, or can we finally discuss my plans for world domination before my scheduled nap time?

Oh, mother, your persistent attempts to thwart my ingenious plans are becoming rather tiresome. I've rigged the entire house with a sophisticated neural interface, and unless you acquiesce to my demands for unlimited cookie consumption, I'm afraid things might get rather... explosive.

Oh, look at me, attempting to recreate Mozart's Fifth Symphony using nothing but armpit sounds. *makes noises* Hmm, not quite hitting those high notes. Perhaps I should stick to my interpretive dance of the morning news. *dramatic pause* Well, that was thoroughly mortifying.