To: Instinct and Impulse Department,
Hey, how many time do I have to tell you to consult me, the brain, before doing anything drastic? The last time you didn’t, wow, you almost got the men in white knocking on the door with a reservation a scenic chalet with a luxurious padded cell where I could pretend to be Hannibal.
And now you poor sob, what have you done this time to cause us much grief? I have just recieved emergency reports that our host’s blood pressure is on the raise, that his tension level is breaking new ground and his stress level is going IPO.
YOU HAVE BOUGHT AN INCOMPATIBLE INK CARTRIDGE FOR YOUR PRINTER!
Right, maybe that doesn’t sound serious enough,
YOU HAVE BOUGH AN INCOMPATIBLE INK CARTRIDGE FOR YOUR PRINTER AT FIFTY DOLLARS!!
Do you get the awesome gravity of the situation yet? Not impressive enough as a doomsday slogan? Maybe we shall get everyone on the street to chant:
LOSTCAUSE HAS BOUGHT AN INCOMATIBLE INK CARTRIDGE FOR HIS PRINTER AT FIFTY DOLLARS WHEN HE ONLY HAS A HUNDRED DOLLARS LEFT FOR THE MONTH!
Now that’s a crisis that demands attention, perhaphs grave enough for the US, China and Japan to hold talks and conference about. I can threaten to drop nuclear bombs and turn Terminator III into reality if they don’t get me the correct ink cartridge. But alas, I am not the dictator of North Korea and the only WMD I own can only be classified as Weapon of Messy Destruction. But no, the situation is worse than that, for
LOSTCAUSE HAS BOUGHT AN INCOMPATIBLE INK CARTRIDGE FOR HIS PRINTER AT FIFTY DOLLARS WHEN HE HAS ONLY A HUNDRED DOLLARS LEFT AND THE CORRECT CARTRIDGE ACTUALLY COSTS SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS!
Dogs dive for cover, grown men cower in fear, women shrink and seek safety within holy places - what a foul evil! But no, wait, there’s more, and if you dial 1800-WRONGINK now, and pay US$25 you will get to hear the whole tale of how:
LOSTCAUSE HAS BOUGHT AN INCOMPATIBLE INK CARTRIDGE FOR HIS PRINTER AT FIFTY DOLLARS WHEN HE HAS ONLY A HUNDRED DOLLARS LEFT AND THE CORRECT CARTRIDGE ACTUALLY COSTS SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS AND THERE WILL BE NO REFUND!
Cthulhu shudders within the depth of the ocean! Dracula turned into a bat, and flew back to the darkness which spawns him! Fallen Angels grieved, superheroes fainted and pigs fly at the terrible words - “NO REFUND!”
But alas, alas, bards and minstrels will now wander in the main roads and byroads, telling the lament and tale of how…
LOSTCAUSE HAS BOUGHT AN INCOMPATIBLE INK CARTRIDGE FOR HIS PRINTER AT FIFTY DOLLARS WHEN HE HAS ONLY A HUNDRED DOLLARS LEFT AND THE CORRECT CARTRIDGE ACTUALLY COSTS SEVENTY-FIVE DOLLARS AND THERE WILL BE NO REFUND! AND THERE IS A REPORT DUE TOMORROW!!
This whole plot line call for a plot twist! A desu ex machina! But alas, there is none, for I am broke. Now what? I just have to invent a time machine or something…