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Donatello enters the Nexus sans trenchcoat disguise, sans weapon, and carrying a mug filled with steaming, black coffee. With his free hand he is rubbing his forehead, fighting of the pressure of a building headache.
"Can anyone explain to me how there are people there that don't understand the need for a computer to be plugged in in order for it to work?"
Ah, the joys of owning your own IT company...
"Can anyone explain to me how there are people there that don't understand the need for a computer to be plugged in in order for it to work?"
Ah, the joys of owning your own IT company...