coquettish wildebeests
She had been toying with him, really. She hadn't meant to, at first, but he was just so cute. She couldn't resist tempting him. The first time they met, he knew just what to do to please her. He was an expert, she thought. After a time, she realized he knew enough about what to do that he could easily learn more ways to make her happy, finding more things to give her. It wasn't long before she was demanding the latest updates and patches, threatening to crash on every third keystroke if he didn't do as she asked.
"I give up!" he shouted in frustration. "You win! I can't keep up with your depencencies."
She heard this and tried to tease him more by solvine half a dozen of her dependencies on her own.
"No, it's too late for you. I'm going back to RedHat," he muttered, tossing her CD aside to find the one he was looking for.
From the poll in this entry
submitted by pouringsand
Author's note: I make no claims to the usability of hurd or the accuracy of statements in this writing. I just thought it would be fun to interpret "wildebeest" as "gnu" ...
"I give up!" he shouted in frustration. "You win! I can't keep up with your depencencies."
She heard this and tried to tease him more by solvine half a dozen of her dependencies on her own.
"No, it's too late for you. I'm going back to RedHat," he muttered, tossing her CD aside to find the one he was looking for.
From the poll in this entry
submitted by pouringsand
Author's note: I make no claims to the usability of hurd or the accuracy of statements in this writing. I just thought it would be fun to interpret "wildebeest" as "gnu" ...