Right, so I'm working on my computer, like always. I'm trying to be professional about my work with Industrial Light & Magic, right? And it's 2300 (11pm), and my dad finally gets home, and he comes in and asks me if I want my comp disassembled, since it's the only thing I care about... goddamnit, wtf? My computer is the only inanimate object I
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