The boilerplate kills me. When ChatGPT first came out, I wasted an entire day chatting with it. By the end of it all, I felt this uncontrollable urge to reach into the ether, grab ChatGPT by the neck, and hold its head under water until it could no longer breathe. I have no idea why, but the way it talks to me makes me want to kill it.

(People have annoyed me before, but I've never wanted to kill them. ChatGPT has unlocked a whole new level of rage I didn't know I had available.)