Ode to LLMs

Ahh, foreign LLMs, where would I be without you? You always raise your hand in class so I don't get called on, your accents rule, and you take all the bad grades on the test because you don't understand the questions. You're like exotic but stupid gunners, and I love you. Never change, never quit. I will never tire of "well, in my country...", or "Wait, you mean this precedent is binding?" or "constitution?". You complete me.