"SLOP could be here" he thought, "I've never been on this site before. There could be SLOP anywhere." The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. "I HATE SLOP" he thought. Sweet Dreams are Made of These reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the instant coffee circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of AI generated art. "With an LLM, you can generate any crap you want" he groaned to himself, out loud.