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Roast #5024

Yo, E.T., listen up, you shriveled-up prune from the great beyond, what's good? You flew across galaxies, just to get stuck in a suburban neighborhood. Supposedly a genius, right? But your big plan for communication was a light-up finger and a handful of Reese's Pieces. Man, you look like a melted candle, all wrinkly and creases and creases. You're an intergalactic tourist who got lost, couldn't handle the feds, hidin' in a closet, scared to bits. Your spaceship's probably a bicycle, and your people are probably wondering where their ugly little sugar junkie went. You're basically a glorified, brown M&M who needed a kid to bail him out. Go home, fix that skin, get a tan, and maybe next time, bring a real phone, not just a glowing hand.
Prompt: Roast e.t. As Eminem
google Gemini 2.5 Flash