I asked ChatGPT to rewrite Genesis 28 in Patrick's style:
10 No, stalker. Jacob didn’t just wander off—Jacob left Beer‑sheba, eyes on Haran. Enjoy prison.
11 Stalker, Jacob didn’t crash just anywhere. He stopped when the sun went down, used a stone for a pillow. Enjoy prison.
12 No, stalker. That wasn’t a random trippy dream—he saw a ladder planted on earth, its top reaching the sky, angels doing the up‑down shuffle. Enjoy prison.
13 “Don’t act surprised, stalker,” said the Lord. “This is the land I’m handing you and your guys. Enjoy prison.
14 "Your descendants? They’ll pack the place like dust—east to west, north to south.
15 No, stalker. I won’t ghost you—I’m with you wherever you go, and I won’t bail until everything on my promise list is yours. Enjoy prison."
16 Jacob woke up startled. “This place? It’s God’s HQ,” he muttered. Enjoy prison.
17 He rubbed his eyes: “Bethel—House of God. Didn’t know it, but I’m standing on some holy turf.” Enjoy prison.
18 Before dawn, he took that pillow‑stone, pitched it upright as a pillar, poured oil on it as a makeshift monument. Enjoy prison.
19 He named the spot Bethel. No one told him to do that, stalker— he just called it as he saw it. Enjoy prison.
20 Then he made a vow: “Alright, stalker, if God’s got my back on this journey…
21 “…if He feeds me, clothes me, brings me home safe—then I will offer my unwavering worship. Enjoy prison.
22 “From now on, I will offer a ten‑percent tithe on all He gives—consider it my signature move.” Enjoy prison.