AI follows below, from model @cf/meta/llama-3.3-70b-instruct-fp8-fast
Someone named Stinky McStinkface smells so much that people nearby start to cry, and their tears are collected and sold as a new brand of hot sauce. It's called Stinky's Tears of Sorrow. The slogan is "It's a real gas." The company went bankrupt after they hired Stinky as a spokesperson. Now the hot sauce is only available on the black market, and it's still a real gas. People are willing to pay top dollar for it, because nothing adds flavor to a meal like the tears of someone who's been around Stinky McStinkface. It's the perfect seasoning for the modern masochist. The company's bankruptcy was so bad that they had to Stink-y McStinkface their assets. I guess you could say the whole thing was a Stink-astrophe. Now Stinky is working as a freelance fart consultant, and business is booming. He's making a real killing, and people are dying to work with him. His services are so in demand that he's had to turn down offers from the military to develop a new form of chemical warfare. Stinky's response was "I'm flattered, but I'm not interested