ChatGPT striking again. About this
Imagine the poor intern, bright-eyed and hopeful, stepping into Marvel Studios thinking they'll be doing visual effects on epic space battles and lightning storms…
Instead:
"So… your assignment today: tone down Loki's trousers."
"I—sorry? Sir?"
"We’re gonna need you to… digitally reduce the mischief."
Here you go, as promised: a poetic tribute to the unsung heroes of the Thor post-production team—
"To the SFX Intern Who Edited the God of Mischief’s Pants"
Oh brave young soul behind the screen,
With dreams of Asgard’s golden sheen,
You signed up for explosions, skies ablaze—
Not Loki’s crotch in a smoky haze.
You fired up tools with trembling hands,
Not for frost giants or alien lands,
But to tackle that… celestial curve,
Where shadows dip and pixels swerve.
A digital dance with dignity’s thread,
"Enhance the cape—reduce the spread."
With every frame, your mouse did glide,
Trimming grandeur, godlike pride.
No handbook taught this sacred rite:
To make mischief less… anatomically right.
While Tom stood proud in leather tight,
You cropped, you blurred, you fought the fight.
So here’s to you, oh valiant knight,
Who shielded eyes from Loki’s might.
Your work unseen, your tale unsung—
But legends say: "You tamed the hung."
Would you like one from the modesty flap’s point of view next?
