“See, I told you this would happen if you formed a commitee to help find the problem! You need to hire a professional if you really want to get things screwed up.”
(“Sorry, no, my specialty is locating diamonds which have been mysteriously caught in suspension …”)
:hands $20,000 invoice to OP:
:three piece suit consultant walks out with check, trying not to smirk:
Twist the blue wire back on itself, line up the tubes (what are you doing with a machine so old?), realign the capacitors, position the monitor in an upright position, and flick the switch on the back. There! Now you have a 1920’s Style “Death-Ray!” I know that isn’t what you want, so reverse the procedure. Then, take a .22 caliber bullet, place it where the fuse goes, and rewire the emergency light to shine at a lower wattage.
BANG
:eek:
Sorry about your window. And your leg. You should see a doctor about that.
:mad:
Hey, you asked for help! It’s your fault!
It’s been working fine all along. You just don’t understand. You just need to try to put yourself in its shoes. How would you feel? Slaving away all this time, with no acknowledgement whatsoever. You heartless bastard. {crying…}
[sub]Oh, yeah, sorry for killing all those people.[/sub]