After the first twenty-four hours, you begin to worry that your communication never got through to the proper channels, but, deep down, you know, you just know, that they're really ignoring you. Another day passes, then two, three, five, eight. Your rage grows with each day, so much that you begin to take it out on strangers, faulting them, accusing them of being involved in the grand conspiracy to ignore you and suppress your brilliant scientific mind from the greatness it is capable of expressing. Cretins, you're surrounded by cretins, and why won't these assholes return your fucking messages? What kind of a world is this where you can't get a simple answer to a simple question?
ALL YOU WANTED WAS A GUARDBOT TO PROTECT YOUR LAB FROM INTERLOPERS. WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND? AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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