| Dear Stupid Customer, |
| Listen to me when I say I don't want to deal with your crap. Just say what you want, be on your way. Keep it short, then go away, unless you have something important to say. You want what? We don't sell that. Don't you complain to me, it's not my fault, you crazy old bat. Show some manners and a little class when you wish to talk to me. Maybe then I'll help your sorry ass. |
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