the day was not going well. no, not at all. would you consider the complete and total invasion of your cable television by ants (purple ants) "going well"? I did not.
i screamed and howled at the unresponsive box, threatening to set the velociraptors on it. it offered me great rates on long distance in exhange.
having lost the use of my voicebox to a tragic marina accident in 1827, i had little use for long distance... and, for that matter, short and medium distance. so I kicked the obnoxious box.
it started angrily spewing smoke and noises that resembled broken roland drum machines. i became very afraid.
"Are there any glue funk hits in the house?" I bellowed, momentarily having forgotten my voicebox issues.
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