Disclaimer: We all know that Picaro has no rights any on Weiß Kreuz. So stop asking. No profit made, please don't sue. Basta!
PS: This story is text format only and based on a conversation I truly had with a friend. Umm, yeah, and the rating might go up according to the dirtiness of ones mind. Please enjoy!^___^
"Omiii! It won't work!"
"You're not pushing hard enough. Try it with more force."
"Like that?"
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"No, still too weak. Try with all your force."
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"I'm pushing, and pushing, and pushing in as hard as I can, and there's still no reaction!"
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"Let me see. I'm used to handling such situations."
"Arigatou Omittchi! I really don't know what we'd do without you!"
"Have a lot more problems with computers, probably.^_^ Now it should work."
The message ´The plotter hasn't found any paper. Please refill.´ finally vanished from the computer screen, being replaced with ´Now plotting.´.
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End of this short piece of nonsense.^ ^ Like said, it´s solely based on a visit at one of my friends, her malfunctioning plotter and the partially perverseness of our minds. (I honestly never thought of interpreting it like that until she started laughing!^^;;) Hope I´ve managed to halfway successfully translate it into English and you had a good time.
PS: See that nice little review button down there? Click it? Review it? ^__^ Yesssshhh!! (It´s seriously about time they take me off the medicaments -.-;)