"God damn son of a whore bitch FUCK." I sink down, feel the keys bite into my forehead. nnnnnnnnnnn, says my computer. N for NO LUCK, for NEVER, for N00B. I shift position - fffffffffffff. Failure. A floppy arm clicks the mouse, but all those nnnn's and fffff's haven't actually fixed my code. Damn. With a small sigh, I heave myself up, only to pool over the back of my chair. The pattern on the ceiling tile says FIGURE IT OUT.
Then my phone buzzes. Help, on the way?
Working in metals shop.
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