If all else fails, try reading the instructions. – RecklessPrudence
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Rael had run out of the regular curses and was busy running through the extensive selection of historical ones.
“I was always fond o’ ‘poo bum wee willy willy tits’, meself.”
He startled and hit his head on the overhead. Of course Shayde found him. She always found him when he was up to his elbows in problems and especially didn’t need a Shayde-shaped one in his periphery.
“I am very busy,” he grated.
“Aye, I can see that…” The distinct clinking sounds of her lining up his tools. “Yer anger aura’s big enough tae start its own star, ye ken.”
“And yet… you came,” he sighed. Extracted himself. Kicked it. “I have tried everything in the book. I’ve rewired it. I scanned the cylinder heads. I retriculated the spline actuator frigit, for flakk’s sake…”
“Turned it off and turned it back on again?”
Glare. “Off is currently its default state.”
“Bugger.”
Hm. That was one he missed. Rael nodded.
Then Shayde said something to make him homicidally cross. “So where’s the manual?”
“FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKK!”
One of the first things one learned as a JOAT, and he’d forgotten it.
When in doubt - check the manual.
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