xxx: I’m sitting now – in one hand a RAM bar from the client’s computer, in the other a chocolate tile, I thought, I lay pictures, I bite a chocolate and then I realize that I’ve just bite half 8 gigs of memory! I spit a straw on the floor and the client enters the door - and I eat his iron over his disassembled compost! He crushed and the bullet struck the street.
XXX: What to do now?