> I was hanging out in a SCSI bar.  A loud bandwidth played in the
> corner.
>
> I gave the place a binary search.  I saw a little chip in the corner.
> She SIMMed like a pro.  I traversed over to her.
>
> She pressed her Apples against me.  "Hey, Mac, do you have a hard
> drive?"
>
> "No, only a floppy," I replied.
>
> "Well, then you need an Amiga," she sed.
>
> "Vi?"
>
> "Well, if I was your Amiga, we could interface."
>
> We went to a motel on a VESA local bus.
>
> The motel was SCSI-2.  It needed to be debugged.
>
> "So, how much is this going to cost me?"  I queried.
>
> She added it up right away.  She had a mind like a...like a....
> She could add really fast.
>
> She stripped her binaries.  It was quite a procedure.
>
> "I'm going to turn your software into hardware," she transmitted.
>
> She started to spreadsheet.
>
> "So, are you ready to RAM?" she called.
>
> I had been auditing everything.  I sent a signal.  It was time for
> the trap.
>
> All the agents burst through the gateway.  My manager was with them.
>
> "Awk!  It's a RAID!" she sed.
>
> "Don't arrest me!  I'm a motherboard!  How will I explain this
> to my Sun?"
>
> The agents were not responding.  They got ready to stop her process.
>
> She was getting desperate.  "Hey, I could do a favor for all of you.
> I'm fully multitasking."
>
> It didn't work.  We're all UNIX.