You wretched animals. You accept my goodwill only to spit in my face. What in the universe makes you think that I am willing to spend my time, limited resources and talent for a free lunch? Further goodwill and benevolence from the bottom of my heart?
Yet you still grieve me by witholding money still rightfully mine due to a bureaucratic process. Had you continued to pursue the endeavor to make the process electronic and grabbed cock when facing the problems encountered, I would not be covered up to my balls in shit.
I even tried to help your sorry ass when it was not faring so well by seeking alternatives. Your solution? Write it on a sheet of paper, just as things have been done for hundreds of years. Welcome you toad, to the 21st century.
If worse comes to worst, you can have that shitload of cash. Just expect nothing more from me than scarcity.
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