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| Forty years you worked day and night, you've abandoned your loving wife; neglected your kids, and smell like old jizz, your eye on the Pulitzer Prize. | |
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| Your magnum opus you trust to a box, which runs oh-so-stable MS DOS. The last sentence goes in, you're ready to grin, then a message informs you of loss: | |
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| "System corrupted by illegal input. MS DOS has just gone kaput. Cursed as thou art, any attempts at restart will turn your diskettes into soot. | |
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