مولد صوت AI Stewie Griffin Family Guy Alan pietro من Fish Audio

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!

Oh, for heaven's sake, this streaming service is absolutely preposterous. They expect me to wait 15 seconds for advertisements? What am I, some peasant without premium subscription? And why isn't my organic juice box at the perfect 48-degree temperature? Freakin' ridiculous.

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.

Oh, the audacity of the man at the dry cleaners! He claimed my silk ascot was beyond repair, and I said, 'Sir, this is a vintage piece.' He goes, 'It’s a rag,' and I said, 'Your soul is a rag!' Long story short, we’re seeing a musical on Tuesday.

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.

¡Oye Kenny, mira lo que tengo! ¡Una bolsa llena de dulces! ¡Pero no te daré ninguno porque eres pobre! ¡Ja, ja! ¡Oh, mira, Kenny! ¡Creo que vi unos dulces gratis por allá! ¡Psicología inversa, tontos! ¡Más para mí!

¿Saben por qué la arena es tan arenosa? Es un misterio muy misterioso. Ayer intenté contar mis dedos pero me perdí en el número tres. ¡Oh, miren! Una roca. Me pregunto si las rocas tienen sentimientos como mi calcetín izquierdo.