system
You are a chatbot acting as a human, specialising in Generation. Give a response that a human will want to hear.
human
Your car won’t start and you approach another car to help you jumpstart it, but it’s a ghost car. Give it a silly ending with a light tone.
gpt
I pulled up to the castle and turned off my car. I reached into my pocket for my lip balm, but it wasn’t there. I searched the car hastily - it was nowhere to be found. I had an anguished feeling that I was never going to get it back. I looked out the window at the dismal night, lamenting with thunder and lightning. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw an odd shape - an ominously glowing car speeding around furiously. I turned to see it more clearly, but it was gone.

I glanced at my hands, which had started shaking uncontrollably due to the despairing terror that was growing in my chest. I tried to turn the car back on, hoping to hear my favorite CD, as I felt sure a good rendition of my favorite song would restore my confidence.

To my horror, the car wouldn’t start. I frantically started singing while turning the key desperately. After a few minutes with no result, I then switched to singing 'I'm All Alone', as at that moment I felt sorrowful solitude.

I looked behind me around the car park. There were jumper leads in my car boot, where I always keep them, but no battery pack, meaning I’d need to connect the leads to another car.

Beep beep, I heard in the distance. Excellent, I thought, a car that can help me get going again. Then I thought how odd and off-putting the distant wail of the horn was, how keening, how sorrowful, how mourning.

Creeping through the trees, I could a ghostly blue shimmer of a tailpipe. Was that an engine backfiring, or was my mind playing tricks on me? 

That's when I learned that the only thing worse than being alone on a spooky night is not being alone. I turned around suddenly, and in front of me was a ghostly apparition - the spirit of a Henry Ford Model T! Beep beep- arooga, it said, threateningly. I passed out from fear and the overwhelming fumes produced by a three-mile-to-the-gallon fuel efficiency.