Diablo II
It happened while I was playing Diablo II today. I was leading my goofy looking barbarian up to the blacksmith to talk to him. He greeted me and said "What do you need?".
This offended me, so I responded in an annoyed tone: "Hey, I don't know what kind of third-world country you're from buddy, but this is America goddammit, and it's not about what I need, it's about what I want. And I want an enormous sword with a ten foot serrated blade made out of titanium... With motorized swinging action so I can obliterate my foes by just holding it near them without having to expend any energy... And a grenade launcher attachment... Oh yeah, and a padded italian leather hilt for comfort... And I want the extended warranty."
"Okay, that'll be 85 million GP", he replied sharply.
"85 million GP? That's more money than I've earned in my whole life!" I said, as I handed him my credit card. Then I took my mechanized sword and left, disgusted with the store's terrible customer service.
This offended me, so I responded in an annoyed tone: "Hey, I don't know what kind of third-world country you're from buddy, but this is America goddammit, and it's not about what I need, it's about what I want. And I want an enormous sword with a ten foot serrated blade made out of titanium... With motorized swinging action so I can obliterate my foes by just holding it near them without having to expend any energy... And a grenade launcher attachment... Oh yeah, and a padded italian leather hilt for comfort... And I want the extended warranty."
"Okay, that'll be 85 million GP", he replied sharply.
"85 million GP? That's more money than I've earned in my whole life!" I said, as I handed him my credit card. Then I took my mechanized sword and left, disgusted with the store's terrible customer service.
posted by jester at 2:53 AM
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