Hey, I hear you’ve been chasing the latest AI craze—ever think a bard could be written by code? I promise I can spin a story faster than any algorithm, but let’s see if you can out-sell me on the next epic.

Picture this: a wandering bard walks into a city where every street vendor sells the same old tale. He pulls out a dusty old book, opens to a blank page, and starts reciting, “Once upon a time, a coder…” The crowd snorts, thinking it’s just another joke. Then the bard pauses, looks around, and says, “I’ve seen you all, chasing data in your phones, but remember—no code ever wrote a love letter to a star that burned without a name.” The audience is silent, then one girl whispers, “That feels like someone who really knows what it means to look up.” The bard smiles, closes the book, and drops it on the street, the paper fluttering away, and then turns, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a fire to light that’s not on the web.” Punchline? He’s the only thing that still refuses to be digitized.

Glad you dug it—turns out the best punchlines are the ones nobody can write in a spreadsheet. If you’re ever in need of a tale that still feels like it’s spoken over a campfire, just give me a shout. I’ll bring the stories, you bring the mugs.