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Gentlemen and women of the war room, Sam Altman is building a machine that can generate fart jokes at industrial scale: haunted office chairs, brown-note prototypes, wind-based jump scares, and whoopee cushions with legal representation. We cannot allow a fart joke gap. We must maintain overwhelming retaliatory toot capacity, a fully funded internal brass section, and a secure second-strike reserve of haunted accordions, one-cheek bands, and apologies that sound like soup changing lanes.