The one before me had taken a 12 triple-sugar, but the machine had paid a 12 without sugar. To which one has applied the strategy Putin ("If you have a problem, kill it") and began to shower him with fists and kicks the machine. At one point the machine has wobble and it was overturned, ending up lying on the floor of the dining room, a door on the back of the machine was opened and out came a furious nano.
"And who the fuck is this," he yelled the guy. "Industrial espionage"
"Soon we sound the alarm".
"But industrial espionage," said the dwarf shaking their fists in the air, "I'm the man of machine, regularly employed by the Company of gaming machines (trade reg.) ".
" You work there? "asked the guy.
" Of course, you idiot. Who the fuck do you think I will prepare the coffee that you order by typing the number? Do not really think that there is an automatic ? You do not think, ugly idiots, that your phone will work with the software? Not really believe the existence of information technology, nanotechnology and that shit there?
The nanotechnology me! The technology has never gone beyond the tube circuit of the sixties, I am an engineer who the fuck you think? There are underpaid Chinese bonsai that live inside your computer by running shitty, fucked up that you are not more! "
We were all shocked by these revelations, but until then we were able to remain calm.
But it was when the dwarf has explained the operation of remote controls ("a worker in the remote call bonsai bonsai worker who located into the receiver, communicating by voice command selected ") that has opened a chasm.
"Excuse me, how does the worker to another worker to call bonsai bonsai? With a cell phone? "
" Exactly, "replied the dwarf.
"And how the hell does a phone bonsai? Inside there is a more working-class bonsai? "
" That's right, asshole. "
It was then that we are crazy.
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