Three walls, no escape.
The glare of my monitor staring me down.
With the likes of a Wyatt Earp stand-off.
The next move I make, may be my last.
With mouse in hand, and an itchy trigger finger,
I feel the beads of sweat build up on my brow.
Then, I make my move......
'click'...'error'
terminal disabled...I'm a goner!
Ctrl-Alt-Del, nothing happened....
what's going on?
I'm backed to a corner.
Pushing every key, still nothing.
*10 seconds to hard drive crash*
9,8,7...attempting to Esc
6,5,4...my hands too shakey
3,2,1...
and with my last ounce of strength
I hit the reset button on the tower.
Gotcha, partner.
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