RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE
WOW: edge. Death has never met his match - until now, apparently...
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Death, as a timeless entity, was infused with the wisdom of the ages. His great erudition, accumulated through the countless eons, was a compendium of knowledge gained from the dawn of time through to the edge of eternity.
Death's consciousness was infinite, his awareness immense.
He knew all, he saw all.
So, that being the case, he was somewhat disappointed that he had failed abysmally in trying to instal his new wireless printer.
The instructions were incomprehensible, despite the manufacturer's boast that installation was 'quick and simple'.
He had a good mind to reap the maanufacturers on the basis of that lie alone.
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