CMDR Golden-Knight went to the bar. "Hey, barkeep," he asked firmly, "I need Manufacturing Instructions, but all I could find are all these pop-culture references and pictures of dumb animals. Is there anything I can do with this CRAP?"
The bartender shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Sorry, sir, I'm afraid you're just wasting hard drive space."
He slammed his fist into the table! "COME ON!" After that huff of frustration, he regained some semblance of cool as he requested, "Can I at least get a Corporate Cola while I'm here?"
"Hate to say this, given the bad luck you're having, but we're fresh out."
"Are you SERIOUS?!"
The bartender shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Sorry, sir, I'm afraid you're just wasting hard drive space."
He slammed his fist into the table! "COME ON!" After that huff of frustration, he regained some semblance of cool as he requested, "Can I at least get a Corporate Cola while I'm here?"
"Hate to say this, given the bad luck you're having, but we're fresh out."
"Are you SERIOUS?!"