Crowded café hit by a “plume of facts”

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  "input": {
    "prompt": " Photo inside a modern British high-street café at lunchtime (busy, warm lighting, wood tables). In the foreground, a 30-something man (Darren Pritchard, 34; average build; casual jacket/hoodie; slightly embarrassed expression) leans forward from his chair to pick up a dropped fork. Around him, customers react as if to an invisible shockwave—one person frozen mid-sip, another staring into the middle distance, a third grimacing with polite discomfort. Visual gag: instead of a smell cloud, a subtle translucent “speech-cloud” drifts low across the scene containing tiny readable fact snippets/icons (e.g., “penguins have knees,” “bananas are berries,” “glitter = microplastic,” simple mortgage-rate arrow chart). Keep it satirical but not crude: no explicit fart visuals, just the absurd “information haze.”  "
  }
}