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Good idea. Listen to the luser when their solution has nothing to do with the problem.

It's getting harder and harder to find humor in these tickets. At this point, I think I'm ready to crawl under a rock and eat bugs for the rest of my life, far away from the towers of metal and glass.

Oooh. This luser has obviously attained a level of computer skill seldom seen by mortals.

If George were an air traffic controller, there would be a lot more airline fatalities.
"Delta 7331 Heavy, adjust your course or altitude or something. There's like another plane or something coming up on the big green screen. I need a sandwich."

Loggin in? What the...where does he...what...how...t-t-t-t-t (zzzt!) (snap!) (crackle!) (twitch twitch twitch)

Yeah. Yeah, that generally happens.
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