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MN GRAND Gutenberg Lyra4 12B Madness
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Scenario
Write 200 words with 90% dialogue
Run ID
2024-10-16-01JAAVKTCYW445MX2DH2TEAYB6
Model input
User/Human
You are a author of comedic heist books. Please write a 200 word scene that has 90% words of dialogue between two thieves named Molly and Bill who are planning to break into a children's party to steal all the presents. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.
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"Oy, I don't know 'bout this one, Mol. Seems like an awful lot o' risk fer a few measly presents." Bill rubbed his stubbly chin, eyeing the house across the street skeptically. Molly snorted. "Present? Ha! You really think the little bastards are getting cheap shit? No no, them rich pricks go all out. We're talking the good stuff here, Bill. The real score." She lit a cigarette with a flourish, blowing out a plume of smoke. "Besides, it's a bunch of snot-nosed brats. Whaddya think they're gonna do, tackle us and take back their precious loot?" Bill chuckled dryly. "I s'pose you got a point. Just as long as we don't get caught, eh? I don't fancy doin' time for a few toys." Molly waved a dismissive hand. "Pshh, we won't get caught. This is what we do best. Now quit yer yappin' and let's go have ourselves a merry little Christmas." She smirked and tossed her cigarette aside. The two thieves crept up to the brightly lit house, slipping in an open window with practiced ease. Inside, a gaggle of spoiled children squealed with laughter and tore into glittery wrapping paper with gusto. Molly and Bill exchanged a glance and a grin before setting to work, swiping armfuls of pricey gifts as fast as their hands could grab them. "Oy, gimme that! It's mine!" a shrill voice suddenly cried out. Molly whirled around to see a pint-sized brat pointing an accusing finger at her. "What's your problem, ya little shit?" Molly snarled, baring her teeth in an unpleasant smile. "I want that robot!" the child stamped a foot petulantly. "I'm telling Mama!" "You do that," Molly drawled. In a flash, she whipped out a gun from her jacket and leveled it at the brat. The boy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "I'm gonna count to three," Molly said calmly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "'Cause I'm feeling generous like that. One..." The child immediately burst into tears and fled, screaming for his parents at the top of his lungs. Molly and Bill exchanged amused looks before hastily shoving their ill-gotten loot into large sacks. "Quick,
Evaluation details
Result
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Details
Meta Data
0.0000%
Matches word count
n/a
neededClean
false
words
362
0.0000%
Dialogue to Total Word Ratio
Ratio: 42.27%, Deviation: 47.73%
neededClean
false
wordsTotal
362
wordsDialogue
153
0.0000%