Cleveland Brown, Jr. KI-Stimmen-Generator von Fish Audio

Gosh, I’m really looking forward to the weekend! I’m gonna spend the whole time in my room drawing pictures of monkeys. Did you know monkeys eat bananas? It’s true! Maybe later I'll sneak some of Dad’s beer, but don’t tell Mom, she gets really scary when she’s mad.

Oh, goodness, everything feels so different now. My soup just splashes right onto my skin without my little mustache to catch the extra broth. It's messy and quite cold, really. I keep reaching up to smooth it out, but there is nothing but skin. Oh, fiddlesticks.

Look, I’m incredibly sorry if I seemed a bit forward back there, it’s just a remnant of my father’s old-school sensibilities. But anyway, have you seen my latest manuscript? It’s an exploration of the human condition, or at least how I perceive it from the floor. Martini?

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 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.

Oh, hey, Peter! Yeah, I'm just sitting here trying to eat my sandwich, but hold on, wait a minute, there's mustard dripping all over my new pants! Oh, no! And now the phone's ringing but my hands are all messy! You know what, never mind, I'll just let it go to voicemail.

Oh my god, Brian, what is this? Is this a screenplay? I mean, look at this dialogue! It is horrific, really. You know, I almost feel sorry for you, but then I remember how much I enjoy your failure. I think we all know where this belongs. Straight into the bin!