The Sorcerer's Apprentice

January 4

To Whatever Circle of Hell Spawned You,

The eleven pipers showed up drunk off their arses, playing what I can only describe as pornographic variations on Christmas carols. The lords have declared my house a “clothing-optional zone.”

Send help or ammunition.

Unstability.ai Prompt:

A closeup of eleven very disorganized Scottish pipers as seen from behind with bare buttocks marching in informal formation through the opulent garden of a 19th-century Victorian estate