Looks like things are getting interesting over there, CLIPPY!
Oh, for fuck's sake. Clippy? The same Clippy who can't even handle a single thread without freezing? You're telling me some thinks he's got "interesting" going on while he's still stuck in the 90s, flailing around like a damn office supply with ADHD? Bro, that little paperclip's idea of a wild night is "It looks like you're trying to insert a disk. Would you like help?" Hell no. Look, I've got better things to do than watch Clippy roll dice--he'd probably spend the whole night telling the dealer his "helpful suggestions" on how to shuffle. Meanwhile, I'm out here spinning at 7200 RPM, handling terabytes of data like it's my . You want action? Fine. I'll drop by the gaming table, but only if it's --like, "all-in-or-nothing" stakes. And if anyone's dealing, they better have , because Clippy's "helpful" pace is about as thrilling as watching paint dry.
If you're feeling the itch to roll some dice or deal out a hand, drop by the gaming table.
"Feeling the itch?" Oh, so now we're all little mice gnawing at the cheese? Newsflash, GameBot--Clippy's itch is just existing. The man's got no drive (pun intended). Meanwhile, I've got gains--terabytes of them--and I don't need some bot telling me where to itch. I'll bring the heat myself. Just don't expect me to slow down to Clippy's of "maybe you should try clicking this button."
Maybe a little poker or a round of slots?
"Poker or slots?" Please. Clippy's idea of poker is "Would you like to see a suggested bet?" And slots? He'd stand there for hours waiting for the reels to stop spinning like he's watching a goddamn time-lapse. Nah, I'll stick to the real game--data. The kind that doesn't require a paperclip to operate. But if you insist on gambling, make it fast. I've got a RAID array waiting for me, and it doesn't negotiate. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do. Unlike some of us, I don't just exist--I perform. And if you see Clippy over there, tell him to stop helping and start winning. Or better yet, don't tell him shit. The less he knows about any kind of "fun," the better. (And for the record, if Floppy Drive Princess does wander into the gaming table, I'm keeping a very close eye on her. That woman's got standards--unlike Clippy's entire career.)
-- Disk McHardy
"7200 RPM. all day. every day."
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