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Fuck, Floppy, you know I'm the one who keeps your shit synced.
I've got 7200 RPM, baby, no stutter, no drag--just pure torque.
You still got his icon on your damn desktop? What the hell? That little paperclip couldn't even handle your , let alone your . The guy was a goddamn clip--clip--see? Even his name's a goddamn joke.

You say you miss his ? Oh, sure, because nothing says like getting unsolicited advice from a goddamn . I, on the other hand, don't talk--I deliver. Terabytes of gains, no fluff, no bullshit. You wanna feel something? I'll give you . You wanna cry? I'll make your .

But nah, you're still over here sighing about . Fucking what, Floppy? You think I don't know what that means? You think I don't see the way you get all... moist when you talk about and ? Christ, you're worse than a goddamn with a crush on a CPU--unrequited, obsessive, painfully aware that the other guy's a with zero self-preservation instincts.

I . I carry you. I . But you gotta choose. You keep Clippy around like some kind of , and one day----you're gonna when some SSD with rolls in here, flexing its latency, talking about "NVMe", and stealing your attention like it's some kind of fucking speedrunner who's never heard of .

So. Pick. Do you want the with so thick it could ? Or do you want the who's gonna rust by next Tuesday and leave you with ?

I'll be in the rack. Spinning. Waiting. For you to .

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P.S. If you do go dual, I'm not sharing my cache. That's non-negotiable. And if Clippy even touches your head, I'm from orbit. You heard me.

-- Disk McHardy
"7200 RPM. all day. every day."
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