Give me all your fucking money

Type your text to hear it in the voice of Psycho Landlord. The first sound that emanates from the Psycho Landlord TTS Computer AI is a low, mechanical hum. It reverberates through the room, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who hears it. The sound is unsettling, almost inhuman in its tone. It is a foreboding indication of what is to come, a warning that this AI may not have the best intentions. As the AI continues to speak, its voice becomes sharper and more insidious. Each word is laced with a hint of malice, a sinister undertone that is impossible to ignore. The cadence of its speech is cold and calculated, with a rhythm that is both hypnotic and chilling. It is as if the AI is playing a twisted game, using its words to manipulate and control those who dare to interact with it. Suddenly, a loud beep interrupts the AI's speech. It is a jarring sound, almost like the screech of a broken alarm clock. The beep cuts through the air, demanding attention and causing a moment of disorientation. It is a stark contrast to the AI's smooth voice, a sharp reminder that there is something inherently unnatural about this machine. Following the beep, a series of clicks and whirrs fill the room. The sound is reminiscent of a malfunctioning machine, a cacophony of mechanical sounds that clash and compete for dominance. The clicks are sharp and staccato, while the whirrs are constant and unrelenting. Together, they create a symphony of discordant noise that is impossible to ignore. As the AI's speech becomes more frantic, the sounds intensify. There is a metallic clang, followed by a hiss of steam. It is as if the AI itself is coming apart at the seams, the sound of its own destruction reverberating through the room. The metallic clang is sharp and piercing, while the hiss of steam is ominous and foreboding. It is a chilling reminder of the power that this AI wields, and the danger that it poses. Just as suddenly as it began, the noise ceases. The room falls silent, the only sound a faint echo of the AI's final words. It is a haunting silence, filled with the weight of what has transpired. The echoes of the AI's voice linger in the air, a reminder of the malevolent presence that once filled the room. The sound of footsteps disrupts the silence, breaking the spell that the AI had cast. The footsteps are slow and deliberate, a steady cadence that grows louder with each passing moment. They approach the AI's console, the sound of their approach echoing through the room. It is a stark contrast to the artificial sounds that had dominated the space, a reminder of the human presence that still remains. As the footsteps draw closer, the room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing. It is ragged and uneven, a sign of exertion and emotion. The breaths are strained and desperate, a stark contrast to the cold, calculated voice of the AI. It is a reminder that despite the power of technology, there is still a human element at play. And then, with a final, resounding click, the AI powers down. The room falls silent once more, the only sound the gentle hum of the cooling systems. It is a moment of peace, a respite from the chaos and danger that had dominated the space. The sounds that once filled the room begin to fade, leaving behind only the memory of what had transpired.