(A FUCKING GUEST RANT FROM SUPERDUNNMAN)
HEY FUCKNUGGET, YOU ASKED ME TO COME FIX YOUR COMPUTER. FINE. BUT WHEN I SHOW UP I NEED YOU TO LEAVE THE ROOM. GO PLAY WITH YOUR FUCKING STUPID KIDS, GO SUCK YOUR BOYFRIEND OFF, GO MAKE ME A SANDWICH, I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS YOU GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE. YOUR CONSTANT WORRYING CRIES OF "ARE YOU SURE?" ARE DRIVING ME TO THE POINT OF A MURDER/SUICIDE, AND YOU CAN GUESS WHICH PART OF THAT OPERATION YOU'RE GOING TO BE. LET ME FUCKING WORK ON YOUR SHITTY COMPUTER THAT YOU BOUGHT EIGHT YEARS AGO FOR SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS AND SOMEHOW EXPECT IT TO WORK LIKE THE DAY YOU GOT IT. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS SINCE I WAS TEN YEARS OLD AND YOU CAN'T EVEN FIND THE WINDOWS CONTROL PANEL. I'M GOING TO REMOVE ALL THE SPYWARE YOU INHERITED FROM JACKING OFF TO TWO GIRLS ONE CUP, FIX YOUR SHIT, AND LEAVE WITH ZERO GRATITUDE BECAUSE BEING A COMPUTER SPECIALIST MEANS THAT YOU GET SHIT ON. EVEN MECHANIC FRIENDS GET PAID, I DON'T EVEN GET DINNER.
NOW EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO HACK THE MAINFRAME ON MY DICK.
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