Originally Posted by
Snee
I just read that as the voice of experience speaking.
I have this mental image of an unwashed trogdolyte sitting in a small, unlit, apartment in whatever third world hellhole he'd hail from, pushing the power switch for a dodgy-looking excuse for an ac unit.
Pushing the switch with increasing desperation, and missing now and then. First mumbling "button makes whoosh" over and over, then shouting wordlessly at it as frustration takes over. A single drop of dribble hanging from his mouth, turning into spittle as he goes.
And in the background, a forgotten unpaid power bill.
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