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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:12 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods trailer narrated by Guys he's going to relax in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe how he looks while relaxing. he happily lets out a fart into the water, enjoying the relief after. Some fish go bellyup from the stench and he happily grabs one to cook for his dinner.

CHATBOT: [The following description is in the style of a comedic trailer for an imaginary scene in a Croods-like animated film, which is family-friendly in nature. Any adult themes are playfully implied and handled with a humorous tone appropriate for audiences expecting light-hearted, prehistoric fun.] [The sound of birds chirping, the rustling of leaves, and a gentle splash can be heard as the screen transitions from black to a lush, prehistoric paradise. The voice of the narrator, deep and tonally rich, like a cross between a classical radio host and your favorite goofy uncle, begins to set the scene.] Narrator: "In a land before time, but definitely not short on surprises, we find our hero, Guy--sans his usual animal pelt attire! Oh, hold onto your fig leaves, folks--we're about to get 'au natural' with the man of tomorrow, today!" [We cut to a shot of Guy, his face lined with the confidence of a man who isn't afraid to live in harmony with nature, his unique hairdo, a concoction of prehistoric pomade and dino-dust, swoops and curves like the path of a pterodactyl in flight. Devilish eyes twinkle with mischief, a breezy smile floats on his lips, and the light catches just so on his chiseled-] Narrator: "Let's not forget, dear viewers, that Guy's assets include more than just a quick wit and rugged charm! Observe the beauty that is the wild-man's...magnificently animated posterior--a sight so spectacularly sculpted, not even a Megaloceros could compete with those glutes!" [Tiptoeing through the foliage with the grace of a sabre-toothed ballerina, Guy reaches the glistening pond, his silhouette catching the sun's rays. He pauses--perhaps a moment to reflect on the grandiosity of nature, or simply to admire his own reflection.] Narrator: "Lo and behold, as Guy lowers his heroic haunches into the crystalline waters, he assumes the pose of kings and pharaohs--reclining amid the gentle lily pads and curious dragonflies. His face relaxes into a zen-like serenity, eyes closed, a beatific smile as he's enveloped in liquid bliss." [Soft bubbling sounds emerge as the camera zooms in, a slow-motion ripple emanating from the water. Guy's cheeks puff slightly, and he lets out a resounding] Narrator: "Pffrrttt! Ahh, the symphony of the ages! Mother Nature's own trumpet heralds relief and joy!" [Disaster strikes for the local aquatic wildlife as, in a comedic display, unsuspecting fish are seen flipping, belly-up--not so much from the 'musical' note, but from its somewhat olfa...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:13 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods trailer narrated by Guys he'sstory about Guy going to relax in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe how he looks while relaxing. he happily lets out a fart into the water, enjoying the relief after. Some fish go bellyup from the stench and he happily grabs one to cook for his dinner. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the story

CHATBOT: Once upon a prehistoric time, Guy, the lean and keen inventor of the Croods tribe, found himself yearning for a brief respite from the usual hubbub of caveman life. His hair, usually a well-styled mess of brown locks, had become a tangled testament to his recent adventures involving a particularly stubborn pack of piranhakeets. With a glint in his wide, curious eyes and a decided tip of his chiseled chin, Guy declared to the world, "It's high-time for some unabashed relaxation!" Stripping down to bare the elements--and anything else that might be watching--Guy revealed a physique honed from running wild through the untamed landscapes, a tight and tanned butt that had graced the inner walls of many a cave drawing, and a boyish face that held all the secrets of his latest inventions. With a confident jaunt only a man of the wild could muster, Guy waltzed over to a secluded pond glittering in the ominous light of the setting sun. "Hello, sweet oasis, prepare to embrace the essence of Guy!" he announced to the world, probably startling a nearby pack of dodo birds into a synchronized flight. Dipping a toe into the refreshingly cool water, Guy smirked before launching himself into an elegant dive that would make a dolphin weep with envy--if only dolphins had evolved enough for weeping or, you know, envying. Surfacing with an exhilarating gasp, Guy's hair slicked back to reveal the boyish charm that even the local saber-toothed tigers couldn't resist. He leaned back easily in the water, legs and arms outstretched in a starfish formation, the perfect picture of prehistoric relaxation--carefree, unworried, and completely, vulnerably naked. With a contented sigh, Guy murmured to himself, "Ahh, now this is the life." Just as he reached the peak of tranquillity, a mounting pressure in his gut reminded him of the half-fermented berries he'd foraged earlier that day. With a sheepish chuckle, Guy let nature take its course. A stream of bubbles escaped from the water's depths, popping melodically at the surface, before finally unleashing the pent-up symphony of a fart. The ripples disturbed fish examining this unexpected intruder curiously. "Even the big guy likes my bubbles!" Guy exclaimed with relief painting his features, believing he'd brought a new game into the pond. Moments later, several fish started to float belly-up, their tiny fish faces twisted into a gape of shock--a reaction undoubtedly to the pungent odor now wafting through the water. "Phew, that's some po...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:17 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods story about Guy going to relaxspearfishing in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe howhim trying to catch some fish and failing every time. He gets angry enough that he looks while relaxing. he happily letstries out a new technique and lets rip a gnarly fart intoin the water, enjoying the relief after. Somewater. The smell is so horrible that several fish go bellyup from the stench and hebellyup. Guy happily grabs one to cook for his dinner. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the storycollects them.

CHATBOT: Once upon a time in the lush and unpredictable world of the Croods, Guy, a resourceful but sometimes too clever for his own good chap, decided to embrace his primitive roots. Today, he had set his sights on the art of spearfishing--a manly endeavor indeed. For authenticity and to truly connect with nature, Guy opted for his birthday suit, much to the chagrin and giggles of his prehistoric companions. There he stood, in all his natural glory, his face etched with the solemnity of a hunter, his unruly mop of hair tousling in the gentle breeze like seaweed in the ocean currents, and his butt... Ah, his butt was a storybook on its own, pale as the underbelly of a trout and just as likely to see the sun. Guy, oblivious to the comedic gold his venture provided, waded confidently into the pond. He tiptoed through the water, causing ripples across the otherwise tranquil surface. Fish darted to and fro, sensing the presence of a predator--or at least something that was pretending to be one. His body tensed as he eyed his first quarry, a plump fish unaware of its impending doom. With a dramatic thrust, Guy lunged with his spear--and missed. The fish, likely more amused than frightened, flicked its tail and swam off, while Guy's weapon lodged firmly into the muddy bottom. Undeterred, Guy tried again... and again... and again, with each attempt his frustration boiled hotter than lava from a freshly erupted volcano. His usually calm expression was now a twisted comedy mask, all furrowed brows and flaring nostrils. His hair, once tousled, now stuck out at angles that defied description, a wild halo of futility. As the sun climbed higher, his spear seemed to develop a comical vendetta against him, always swishing at the exact spot the fish had been a second before. Puffing and panting, arias of exasperation echoed across the pond, frightening away roosting Pterodactyls. At the pinnacle of his vexation, Guy stood waist-deep in water, hands clenched on his hips, glaring at the mocking fish. An idea as unorthodox as it was desperate bubbled up within him. If his spear would not bring his scaly nemesis to heel, perhaps another weapon from his arsenal would... He took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, and with all the might of his frustration, he let rip a fart that could rival the roar of the mightiest of sabertooth tigers. It was so gnarly it could've peeled the scales off a fish! The water bubbled furiously around him as if he'd unleashed an underwater geyser of doom. ...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:20 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods story about Guy going spearfishing in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe him trying to catch some fish and failing every time. He gets angry enough that he tries out a new technique and lets rip a gnarly fart in the water. The smell is so horrible that several fish go bellyup. Guy happily collects them. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the story

CHATBOT: Once upon a time, in the raw and untamed lands long before the advent of civilization, there existed a wild, yet clever fellow known by the name of Guy. Guy, with eyes as curious as a cat and locks of hair that cascaded down his shoulders like the vines of an unkept jungle, was as lean and agile as the gazelle he often found himself conversing with. This particular day, Guy had decided that spearfishing was the task at hand. He stood poised by the edge of a glistening pond, the sun reflecting off his bare and rather bountiful buttocks, which were as pale as the underbelly of a cavefish and just as unaccustomed to sunlight. With a visage contorted in focus, Guy clutched his handmade spear, a toothy grin of anticipation enhancing his rugged, chiseled features and highlighting a small scar that faintly traced the line of his jaw - a memento from a past mishap involving an overly affectionate saber-toothed bunny. "Today, oh scaly dwellers of the deep, you meet your match!" Guy declared, his voice echoing across the still waters as he took a deep breath and dove in, his body sliding into the pond with the grace of a greased mammoth. The cool water enveloped him, and the chase was on. His limbs propelled him forward as he stealthily stalked his aquatic prey beneath the surface. His first attempt at skewering a fish was met with a swift dodge; the fish darted away, leaving Guy grasping nothing but water. "Ha! You're quick, my aquatic friend, but Guy is quicker!" he taunted the fish unwisely, which of course, could not hear him. Attempt after attempt, Guy lunged and jabbed with the finesse of a newborn trying to walk. But each time, his spear found only the empty embrace of the pond's liquid grasp. Bubbles escaped his nostrils in frustration as fish after fish slipped from his reach. Dripping wet and visibly irked by his lack of success, Guy emerged from the water time and time again. "Ooooh, you finned fiends! If only I had gills and a tail," he groaned, shaking his fists at the sky. "But wait! Guy has a brain big enough to outsmart fish-brains!" With resolve steaming in his eyes hotter than lava from the local volcano, Guy conjured a plan most unconventional - a technique never before employed in the history of fish-gathering. He steadied his breathing, squatted in the water, and with the might of his frustration welling up inside him, he unleashed a mighty underwater fart so gnarly that it would've made a mammoth blush. The water bubbled furiously around him, a...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:22 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods story about Guy going spearfishing in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe him trying to catch some fish and failing every time. He gets angry enough that he tries out a new technique and lets rip a gnarly fartfarts in the water. The smell is so horrible that several fish go bellyup. Guy happily collects them. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the story

CHATBOT: Title: Guy's Fishy Fiasco Once upon a prehistoric afternoon, the ever-intrepid Guy decided to undertake the primal quest of spearfishing. A pond glistened invitingly amidst the verdant flora of the Croods' wild world, and with the sun high in the azure sky, he approached his piscine adversaries as bare as the day he was born. Wearing nothing but confidence and a cheeky grin, the sinewy figure of the young adventurer stood poised at the water's edge. His blue eyes sparkled with determination, while his windswept hair, as disheveled as an nested auk's feathers, flapped in the gentle breeze. And yes, dear reader, one might spare a thought for his rather exposed posterior - toned and tanned to perfection, a testament to the adventurous lifestyle of the era. Armed with nothing but a handmade spear (and his undeniable animated charm), Guy stepped into the pond with a grace that belied his rugged circumstances. As the freshwater enveloped his skin, he took a deep breath and muttered to his anthropomorphic audience of dragonflies and duckbilled platypuses, "Prepare to witness the ancient and noble art of spearfishing." Yet, the fish of the pond seemed to mock him, slipping through the water like slimy torpedoes every time his spear darted towards them. After the umpteenth flub, Guy's usual cool gave way to primeval frustration. "Glub-glub come on, fish! It's like you've got a sixth sense or something!" His spear splashed fruitlessly once more, and with his sapphire eyes squinting in annoyance, Guy's determination metamorphosed into outright indignation. "Oh, you think you're so slippery? Just you wait; I've got something that'll stop you cold!" In a moment of sheer absurdity, madcap inspiration struck him. Positioning himself in the midst of the pond's bountiful center, he squatted ever so slightly and summoned the power of a thousand fermented berries. A thunderous fart erupted beneath the water, sending bubbles racing to the surface like tiny, malodorous submarines ascending from the deep. "Oh, dear! What have I done?" Guy exclaimed, as the smell hit him like a punch from Grug. It was the kind of stench that could only be described as what happens when a mammoth's indigestion meets a swarm of rotten eggs in a tar pit sauna. To his dismay and delight, the fish began to float up, one by one, stunned into submission by Guy's gaseous gambit. "Sorry, my finned friends, it's a cruel wind that passes no ships," Guy said, his face crinkling from satisfaction mixed with ...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:23 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods story about Guy going spearfishing in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe him trying to catch some fish and failing every time. He gets angry enough that he tries out a new technique and farts in the water.water (describe what makes him think this technique will work). The smell is so horrible that several fish go bellyup. Guy happily collects them. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the story

CHATBOT: In the primordial world of the Croods, innovation and hilarity often went hand-in-hand, particularly when it involved the quirky and resourceful Guy. This was a man--or perhaps more appropriately, a lad of the early dawn--who dared to diverge from the daily drudgery of mammoth hunting and gatherer gossiping to refine the fine art of spearfishing. On this unusually bright and sunny day, Guy found himself standing at the grassy edge of a glistening pond. He gripped his handmade spear, his brow creased in serious determination. This would be no ordinary fishing expedition. Oh no, Guy had decided that the only way to truly unite with the aquatic environment was to blend in wholly and completely... by fishing in the buff. His face, animated and expressive, shifted from determination to frustration and back again with each fruitless jab of his spear. His hair, wild and somewhat greasy, liked to flick and flop as if it had a life of its own, especially now as it dripped with pond water and the occasional disgruntled seaweed tendril. And as for his butt--which Guy had never considered something people would concentrate on--it was as pale as a cavefish's belly, offering a stark contrast to his adventurously tanned back. "Hah! Take this, you slippery little--" Guy jabbed towards a fish, but only managed to disturb the water. He pulled back, scowling. "Come on, Guy. You're the smart one. Use your head..." Currents of water whirled around him, mocking his fruitless attempts. Not a single fish met its fate upon his spear. Instead, they darted around with infuriating agility, glinting just out of reach like underwater shooting stars. In his exasperation, Guy growled, "Oh for the love of... why won't you just cooperate with me here?" The fish, naturally, remained unresponsive, leaving our naked hero to grapple with his ineffective traditional tactics. Poised like a wild heron, with muscles tensing for a strike, Guy's divine moment of inspiration struck. He had heard tales told around the fire about rogue gases that escaped caverns, leaving creatures unconscious. "Why not harness the power of... personal gas?" he mused aloud, a mischievous glint in his eye. Positioning himself with strategic care, Guy took a deep breath, summoning his inner strength, and unleashed a mighty underwater fart. The bubbles frothed and danced toward the surface, a noxious plume of innovation. The pond's surface rippled as his secret weapon ascended. "Ha-HA! Let's see you ignore *that*!" he shou...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:25 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods story about Guy going spearfishing in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe him trying to catch some fish and failing every time. He gets angry enough that he tries out a new technique and fartslets out a fart in the water (describe what makes him think this technique will work). The smell is so horrible that several fish go bellyup. Guy happily collects them. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the story

CHATBOT: Title: Guy's "Explosive" Fishing Technique Once upon a prehistoric morning, the perpetually befuddled Guy found himself standing on the mossy banks of a reed-laden pond, the early sun dancing across the water like a flickering disco ball for dragonflies. Clad in nothing but his bare essentials (which is to say, nothing at all), Guy's lithe form was a testament to the hardscrabble life of a nomad. His expressive face, framed by a tangle of hair that looked suspiciously like the aftermath of an electric shock involving an eel, conveyed a cocktail of determination and the ever-so-slight hint of utter cluelessness. His butt, though not the broadest of ends, had a certain rugged charm--sculpted by a life on the move and practically begging for a breach of modesty. "I am the spear!" Guy announced to no one, in particular, clutching his handcrafted weapon, his blue eyes squinting against the glare of the water. His earlier confidence ebbed as he tiptoed into the pond, sending ripples scurrying like timid critters from his pale, goose-pimpled cheeks (both sets). "Come to Guy, fishy-fishy," he cooed, taking aim at passing shadows below the surface. But oh, the slippery serenades of the pond were not singing in Guy's favor this fine day. Every jab of his spear sliced through the water, missing its mark by what could only be described as embarrassing margins. His feet squelched in the squishy mud, a chorus of rude noises accompanying his every step. "Haha, very funny, nature!" Guy grunted, his jowls shaking as he stumbled, the balletic grace of his fish-hunting growing ever more elephantine. "Don't make me come down there!" By the seventh spectacularly failed attempt, Guy stood in the middle of the pond, his spear hanging limply by his side, resembling a charred twig next to his overcooked frustration. The fish, emboldened by their continued survival, flickered mockingly just out of reach. "That's it!" he exclaimed, his whole body tensing with the kind of epiphany that only strikes a desperate man. The gears in his brain, usually as silent as a mime at a library, clicked to life with a cunning plan. "What's the one thing fish can't handle?" he pondered aloud, a wicked gleam in his eye. His mind raced back to a moment by a bubbling volcano, where creatures fled not from lava, but the potent gaseous exhaust of their own species. "They can't handle a good ol' prehistoric poot!" Guy chuckled, positioning himself like a deranged orchestra conductor ready to unleash a symp...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 7:30 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods story about Guy going spearfishing in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe him trying to catch some fish and failing every time. He gets angry enough that he tries out a new technique and lets out a fart in the water (describe what makes him think this technique will work). The smell is so horrible that several fish go bellyup. Guy happily collects them. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the story

CHATBOT: Once upon a time in the lush, uncharted prehistoric world of the Croods, there was a boy named Guy, an adventurous soul not bound by the confines of loincloths and primitive fashion. On one bright, sunny day when the foliage gleamed like nature's bling, Guy decided to go spearfishing. With his dark, tousled hair bouncing with the optimism of the young and fearless, Guy approached the pond, his lean muscles reflecting the sunlight. As he stripped down, it became conspicuous that clothing was but a mere suggestion for him, his full moon of a butt shamelessly on display for the world -- or at least, for the fish -- to see. His cobalt eyes sparkled with determination, and his strong jaw was set in the kind of stubbornness that only precedes the most comical of failures. "Oh, fishies, prepare to meet thy aqueous doom!" Guy proclaimed, holding his makeshift wooden spear as if he were auditioning for the role of "Primal Poseidon." With a leap reminiscent of a majestic, if slightly awkward, gazelle, Guy entered the water. Perhaps it was the sound of his body plopping into the pond that first alerted the fish to danger, or maybe it was the sight of his pale posterior descending into the depths. Whatever it was, the fish weren't biting -- metaphorically or otherwise. Splash! Guy's spear thrusts turned the water into a frothy mess but alas, no fish were caught. Splash again! His aim was as useless as a saber-toothed squirrel with a nut allergy. With each miss, Guy's face grew redder, his eyebrows furrowing like two caterpillars that had stumbled upon a disagreeable leaf. "This is scaling ridiculous!" Guy grumbled, watching another fish slip away with a mocking swish of its tail. Hours passed, and Guy's fishing abilities proved as effective as a solar-powered torch. "I'm smarter than this. Think, Guy, think. Use that big evolved brain," he told himself, rubbing his temples with slippery fingers. Then, as if inspired by the methane mists of the great tar pits, an idea bubbled up inside him. "If my spear can't outswim them, maybe my... other talents can outsmell them!" Guy mused aloud, a sly grin stretching across his face. He positioned himself strategically, taking a deep breath and submerging with Zen-like focus. And then, with all the grace and eloquence of early man, he let out a fart that would make a mammoth proud. Bubbles percolated to the surface as the putrid pungency of prehistoric flatulence infiltrated the pond. "Behold, the winds of change!" Guy declared, ...

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Feb 18, 2024 at 8:03 AM EST — 1 exchange United States fiction fanfiction View full conversationView

USER: Write a comedic and vividly detailed Croods story about Guy going spearfishing in a pond. He's in the buff (describe his face, hair, butt) and enters the water. Describe him trying to catch some fish and failing every time. He gets angry enough that he tries out a new technique and lets out a fart in the water (describe what makes him think this technique will work). The smell is so horrible that several fish go bellyup. Guy happily collects them. Add dialogue from Guy throughout the story

CHATBOT: Title: Guy's Gaseous Spearfishing Spectacular Once upon a prehistoric morning, Guy decided to embark on a spearfishing expedition unlike any before. With his trusty (yet entirely imaginary) spear in hand, he strutted toward the pond, his bare skin glistening under the burgeoning sun. Guy's face, a chiseled canvas of determination, squinted with fierce intent. His wild, unruly hair cascaded down in tangled locks that would make any saber-toothed cat jealous. And as he turned to make sure none of his Crood clan followed his bare-buttocked adventure, his glutes flexed with the grace of a primitive Adonis--a spectacle none of the prehistoric creatures dared to miss. Unencumbered by the societal norms of future clothed civilizations, Guy stepped into the cool, murky waters with pride. "This is it, Guy," he whispered to himself. "Today, you fish like a king." His first attempt was a flurry of splashes. Guy's spear thrashed into the water like a wild boar in a berry patch. But the fish were swift, flitting around, clearly seeing the naked ambition in his eyes. "C'mon, fish! Get on my spear!" Guy grunted, but alas, the cunning pond dwellers evaded every jab and thrust. After several slapstick attempts that would have the endorphins of even the gloomiest mammoth roaring with laughter, Guy's face flushed brighter than the butt of a baboon. Rage simmered inside him like the belly of a volcano. "Why won't you just cooperate?!" he hollered, his voice echoing off the slapstick rocks. Sloshing to his knees, the soggy and sullen Guy racked his brain for a new technique. His eyes narrowed, and a sly grin sliced across his face, an idea bubbling up from a place of last resort. "Why use a spear when I've got natural... talents?" he mumbled, his confidence swelling despite his flawed logic. And so, positioning his backside just above the water's surface, Guy let rip a fart so monumental it could only be described as a sonic boom from the depths of the prehistoric food chain. The bubbles raced to the surface like tiny escape pods, exploding in a grandiose and aromatic display of human ingenuity. The results were instantaneous and pungent. As the horrid stench permeated the pond, several unlucky fish turned belly-up, overwhelmed by the noxious fumes. Guy's triumphant laughter filled the air. "Eureka! I've discovered the power of the butt burp!" he crowed, scrambling to collect his immobilized quarry. One by one, he plucked the fish from the water, assembling a pile of oddly mar...

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