FILE DATE: March 14, 2025 | STATUS: LOGGED
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Source Link: Watch on YouTube Channel: Roboto San
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A story for Timbo. Couldn’t help noticing he likes putting people in “his” stories, so figured he might appreciate it if someone returned the favor. Except, instead of merely prompting Chat GPT for the details, I decided to do the heavy lifting and merely used it as a stand in for Timbo. After feeding it several transcripts, the T1M80 AI was ready. All of Timbo’s lines were made by the AI.
Since this is for Timbo, didn’t really feel like breaking the mold on the previous story format. He has ADHD and doesn’t get treatment, so episodes seem like the best way to go.
Don’t get used to 63N3, he’s a one time deal for this saga only. Also, I haven’t taken Timbo’s voice at this time. Feels like that would be an escalation. At this time.
Music: Song: Sultans of Swing Artist: Dire Straits
Song: Pop Muzik Artist: M
Song: Come Undone Artist: Duran Duran
#lolcows
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**[00:00]** it was a standard day for Timbo he was sitting on his couch singing Bad karaoke for an audience of eight replacing random lyrics with potato words badly we are the doues we are the dues of T da da do de da take potato Sam he knows the Spud the chat was Barren except for one of his mods giving him false encouragement as Sultans of Swing was butchered savagely the front door of his apartment flew open with
**[00:26]** a loud thunk loud enough to startle Timbo into dropping his glass of Coke the front door wasn't visible from where he was so he naturally needed to go investigate what happened also naturally he wasn't eager to do so the trolls in chat weren't about to let it go so potato Jesus are you going to go see what that noise was or just pretend nothing happened as usual timbo's eyes darted between the chat and the doorway his
**[00:53]** fingers gripping the armrest of his chair he let out a nervous chuckle shifting in his seat as if considering whether ignoring it long enough might make the problem go away uh yeah uh Tim douly doesn't jump just because some noise happens okay probably just wind or something he muttered reaching for his Coke only to find the spilled puddle on the floor his lips pressed together great just great his mod chimed in yeah probably nothing just keep
**[01:23]** singing Tim haters want you scared but the trolls weren't letting it go when strong enough to throw open a locked door ELO so scared he's going to pretend it's not happening classic maybe the Ghost of Christmas Past is here to show you how much of a loser you've always been Timbo exhaled sharply puffing up his chest like he was about to prove them wrong but his feet stayed planted on the floor he glanced at the webcam
**[01:50]** then at the darkened hallway leading to the entrance Tim dly will will'll check it all right just just chill he finally said standing up with the confidence of a man who already regretted his decision he wiped his sweaty hands on his sweatpants and cautiously stepped toward the hallway moving as if the air itself might attack him Chad erupted with laughing emojis as he disappeared from view as he rounded the corner he was faced with a middle-aged
**[02:18]** man in what looked like ancient Greek Garb his robe was large kind of like he was hauling around a bed sheet yet somehow it managed not to cover up his slong mouth gape Timbo stood Frozen as the Intruder brushed past him into the apartment he barely managed to get the word hey out of his mouth before the man started urinating on his couch timbo's face Twisted in horrified disbelief his hands twitched at his sides caught between
**[02:44]** the instinct to shoe the man away and the overwhelming urge to just shut down and pretend this wasn't happening hey hey what the [__] man you you can't just don't be so [__] dramatic you little turd he said adjusting his grip on his Robee still making no effort to cover himself it's just some piss Timbo stammered his voice cracking as he watched the stream soak into the fabric the man sighed with exaggerated relief like he had
**[03:12]** just found an oasis in the desert the man finally finished giving himself an unceremonious shake before turning to face Timbo his expression blank yet vaguely amused you don't recognize me he asked tilting his head you've compared yourself to me in the past several times a pause chat slowed as if everyone collectively leaned in Timbo swallowed hard what you are an even greater fool than I was led to believe you've earned this then without hesitation he squatted
**[03:41]** over the wet spot on timbo's couch and dropped a smelly Deuce Timbo recoiled as the unmistakable sound of a hefty deposit splattering onto the already soaked couch filled the room his brain struggled to process what he was seeing what everyone was seeing chat exploded no way bro just dropped a save point he marked his territory LMO Timbo got [__] on fur the smell hit Timbo staggered back one hand clamping over his mouth the other waving wildly
**[04:12]** in front of his face as if he could physically push the stench away what the [__] man what the [__] who even are you the man completely unbothered as if this were the most natural thing in the world adjusted his robe and stood tall I am of cop [__] Timbo blinks the name means something but not enough for his muddled brain to place it diogenes gestures lazily at the mess he's made I came to see if
**[04:40]** you were a man of virtue if you possessed even a fraction of wisdom he scoffs but I see now you are nothing but a fraud a beggar of admiration a man who demands reverence while refusing to earn it timbo's fingers twitch his breath is coming in short angry gasps his face burning with indignation [__] you broke into Tim D's apartment pissed on Tim du's Couch and now you're [__] on Tim du's life the single slow nod
**[05:11]** yes chat detonates goat response Timbo got out philosophized by a homeless time traveler pack it up Tim this dude is the real potato Jesus but before Timbo can launch into his defense before he can come up with some Grand Tim duly style explanation diogenis extends a single calloused hand from nowhere a weathered crinkled piece of parchment materializes in his palm he lets it drop it flutters through the piss tinged air lazily spiraling downward until it lands
**[05:41]** with a wet slap right in the middle of the soaked [__] stained couch Timbo stares at it diogenes smirks read it fraud but before Timbo can launch into his defense before he can come up with some Grand Tim dly Style explanation diogenes says you are a fraud pretending to be many things you most certainly are not Timbo opens his mouth but diogenes isn't finished he steps forward his bare feet slapping against the piss slick floor you
**[06:14]** heard a story about how I asked Alexander the Great to step aside and stop locking the light in that giant head of yours you simply thought yes that is what I do diynes that's me reality has come Thomas you are nothing like me look at you look at this decadent Abode a true cynic doesn't need garbage like pants timbo's mouth shuts a flicker of recognition crosses his face because yes yes he had thought that before he
**[06:48]** had imagined himself as some misunderstood genius shutting down Kings with effortless wit a potato diogenes a sage of the internet age diogenes snorts as if reading his mind you simply assumed I must have been something like a more fiery Socrates or Aristotle the rebel among Rebels but you don't know me at all you're surprised at the most basic and natural traits of the human body is proof of that he gestures to the couch where his gift
**[07:16]** still steams at top the urine stained cushion we are nothing alike Chad explodes owned ELO Timbo thought he was diogenes but koges thinks he's a [__] bro this is literally his worst nightmare Timbo getting schooled by a naked philosopher is not what I expected today timbo's entire face is twitching now his fingers curl and uncurl his jaw clenched so tight his teeth might crack Deyes watches him with a smirk arms crossed over his bare chest his
**[07:48]** posture is relaxed almost lazy like a man observing an animal at a zoo mildly curious but wholly unimpressed you obviously fancy yourself as a true ining he says voice dripping with Amusement you take pride in questioning everything yet cannot stand to be questioned yourself in regards to your beliefs and assertions Timbo hesitates he doesn't like where this is going but he can't not answer that would be losing and Tim duly does not lose yeah he finally
**[08:20]** mutters puffing his chest up just a little Tim duly questions everything that's how you how I get to the truth immediately starts roasting him Timbo questions everything except the voices in his head bro literally fell for a fake AI girlfriend but okay Tim questioning everything rejecting facts he doesn't like you are a poser a true cynic should be willing to question himself you well for you the only question is why don't people like me he gestures
**[08:53]** broadly to the room the apartment The Wretched life Timbo has built the answer is as simple as your thinking you are quite simply an enormously self-centered child in a man's well half of a man's body timbo's eyes Dart around his apartment as if seeing it For the First Time The Glow of his monitor bathes the room in a sickly artificial light he sputters trying to form a response Tim dly I don't need to justify no no
**[09:23]** diogenis interrupts wagging a dirty finger you cannot rle your way out of this Thomas you spend your life here alone chasing away anyone who would dare to tell you the truth yet moaning about why you have no real friends it's a solitary prison of your own making and you deserve to rot here until your body gives up The Ghost and even then I feel like your ghost should be forced to remain in place for the rest
**[09:53]** of Eternity a symbol of a man who truly went nowhere and never grew past childhood Timbo glar his breathing is getting heavier his eye is twitching again I don't need to prove anything to anyone Tim duly oh but you do diogenes interrupts with a laugh he spreads his arms wide still standing in the middle of timbo's soil Department like an emissary of Truth and filth alike you must prove everything every second of your miserable existence that
**[10:22]** is what Liars must do that is what cowards must do that that is what you never do Thomas timbo's hands ball into fists chat is on fire Timbo I don't need to prove anything also Timbo makes 8 Hour rebuttal video bro he called you a fraud and you have no comeback take the pants off then let's see how cynical you really are again toothy Wicked so tell me Tim douly are you going to keep lying to
**[10:54]** me the most honest man there has ever been or perhaps You're simply lying to us both myself and yourself Timbo bristles his nostrils flaring his breathing has become uneven shoulders rising and falling with each exhale Tim dly does not lie of course you do you lie about your intelligence you lie about your past you even lie in the face of irrefutable evidence to the contrary you're a damn joke Tim dly potato of strife Timbo shakes his
**[11:36]** head a nervous laugh bubbling up he claps his hands together forcing a smirk you don't know what you're talking about diogenes raises an eyebrow mocking oh really then please tell me when was the last time you were completely honest about a story from your past my favorites are your halr stories such as the one about when you crashed a scooter into a tree you were drunk heartbroken and as usual dumb you told people you were going
**[12:05]** 85 km hour that you needed major reconstruction but none of that was true was it Thomas after all if you had been going that fast you would have shattered like a clay pot being sat upon by Andrew ditch and then there's the fantasy about making Donald Trump work at McDonald's you boy quite simply do not live in reality timbo's jaw tightens he doesn't answer chat however answers for him LMAO this man literally wrote a whole book
**[12:36]** about his own fake religion he's getting cooked and all he can do is Blink bro tell him about how you invented anti-gravity next diogenes continues his voice taking on a scornful Edge you are to be given one final chance potato one last chance to change your life's course and steer It Away From the Muddy Meer you are currently firmly trenched in between the two of us I say this you will fail failure Thomas is simply in
**[13:05]** your blood it is part of your identity you might even say it is your Birthright the details are on the parchment goodbye fraud chat is eating this up Elemento he put it in the poop pile read it Tim or are you scared of a little pee PE paper bro has never been this quiet in his life timbo's hands twitch but he does not move move he glares at the ratchet paper then at the empty space where
**[13:32]** diogenes had stood his brain scrambles for a way to dismiss what just happened but all he manages to say is that wasn't even real chat disagrees timbo's so shook he's doing the NPC stare denial is a hell of a drug man talking like he didn't just get ethereally [__] on timbo's breathing is uneven now but he refuses to acknowledge it he forces a laugh but it's thin weak wait you guys think this is funny funniest [__]
**[14:02]** I've ever seen glad at chat his eye twitching he looks at the soiled paper again he hesitates then carefully gingerly he leans forward and plucks it up only holding the driest corner he can find he unfolds it timbo's eye twitches violently his fingers clench around the soiled paper then instantly regret it his face contorts in a mix of anger disgust and profound confusion what the he jerks his hand away flinging the paper across the room like
**[14:36]** it just bit him it lands face up on the floor taunting him chat UPS ELO bro got baited no he touched it imagine getting clowned on by a ghost and ancient diarrhea did you just accept a side quest Timbo