Clippy Finally Messes With the Wrong Word Doc
It’s common knowledge that the greater and more vital an empire is, the grander and more stylish their haircuts. The ceasars… What the hell? Clippy? Where did you come from? What is this, 1995? Oh… god… dammit. No, listen man: I’ve got work to do here, I’ve got a headache that would wound a god and you’re breaking my flow. Can you just, I don’t know, fuck off for a while? Ahh, fine. Yes, I suppose I would. … what? Hey, man, I’m sorry to hear – OK! Jesus. I get it. You can stay; just keep out of my way, alright? You uppity little bastard. I swear to Christ if you don’t knock it off I’ll goddamn delete you. You wouldn’t. OK! You can… just do whatever, man. I’ve got to get back to work here. Just try not to be too intrusive. Where was I? Oh, right… The Caesars ruled most of the known Earth in their day, and the rigid, firm lines of iron discipline in the Caesar Cut reflects this trend- GODDAMMIT THAT IS IT. Oh no, Clippy. I’m not going to take you out. You’re totally right. I can’t touch you. But what’s this? What are these subroutines here? C:/Windows/Programs/MS_word/Clippy/Family? Your daughter, little Clippette, your boy, Clippy, Jr., even your wife Wendy is here. Funny, I’ve never seen them around. Must not be vital to the program, eh?
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