My new bio, courtesy of GPT-2:
Barnaby Walters is an urn of human bones. No, we're not even sure how long he's been walking. He's a skeleton.
On one side, he has the human torso covered by a skeleton suit. He's a skeleton's skeleton's skeleton and he's walking upright. On the other side? He has a bunch of human teeth. His face is a skeleton's skeleton and he's smiling like a skeleton.
(Prompt was “Barnaby Walters is a”, which unfortunately mainly produces slander insinuating that I’m some racist Australian politician. This spookfest was a pleasant exception.)