@Inaba
shut up and pay 1000BTC to charity
shut up and pay 1000BTC to charity
Why does this question keep getting passed over by BFL? There should be some kind of boycott against BFL (even if they ship tomorrow) until this promise is addressed.
Because it's a red herring. Idiots like PuertoRetard et al keep trotting it out. However, the deal was if we miss our power targets... according to them, we haven't shipped yet. So we aren't due to pay the charity bounty (which, as I've stated, we intend to pay) yet... however, because it's something they can trot out, they whine and cry and like to point out that we missed our power targets. Never mind the fact that in the same breath they cry about how we haven't shipped yet.
So which is it, have we shipped and thus owe the bounty or have we not shipped, and therefore don't owe the bounty yet? You can't have it both ways! But either way, it's like we are going to just send funds to a random charity. We have to decide which charity or charities are going to be recipients and frankly that's not nearly as high a priority as, you know... actually shipping product like people keep screaming about.
But logic and common sense has never been PuertoRetard and the crew's strong suit... just rhetoric and monumental stupidity.
I notice Frankie has shut up now, so mission accomplished. It's always amazing how the bright stabbing light of logic seems to shut up idiots and trolls alike... although many times it fails on the latter, just witness Creative-I-Don't-Need-Evidence-To-Form-an_opnion-X and PuertoTroll. Forgot truth and logic when it comes to their nonsense!
Stop acting like an under-appreciated housewife. You're more like a table waiter with an attitude.
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BFL BANQUET ACT 4 SCENE 62
*Waiter paces the room distributing unnecessary menus whilst pledging sumptuous food*
Exasperated patron: Waiter, we paid the chef all our money for the ingredients four hours ago. Will you just let us know when to expect it, or even just confirm that an oven is switched on? Just seeing someone else’s food would be enough for me at this stage.
*The waiter's smile turns to stone as he nears a table covered with logo indented forks, looks at this seated patron in the eye and jabs his arm like a dog trainer directly at a picture of cooked turkey on wall, at a well-proportioned height, beside the table.*
Waiter: "Can't you see I'm doing my best you MORONS! I deliver it SOON. Why do you always see FAILURE!"
*Waiter, recomposing himself, hastily hands patron's sobbing wife another menu, which she accepts with initial optimism, then her eyebrows pinch together in confusion as she reads with a distant, gaunt, stare*
Patron's wife: "bones and milk, that wasn't what we paid for! And the price somehow just doubled as I read, right… right when that party of pensioners just arrived"
Waiter: “My duty to the community calls me away now, but please mind that you won't be charged a penny more for your bones and quarter-glass of milk tonight, madam. Not only that, but this menu is on the house and come speak to me; I’ll give you 25% discount off anything there- that’s just how we work around here, altruistically.”
*waiter struts like Napoleon to the now seated party of OAP women, and replaces their outstretched billfold into his shirt pocket, absently forgetting to write down their order*
Waiter: "Five minutes my ladies of course! Anything, ANYTHING, for our valued customers"
Cross eyed woman: "I must take this opportunity to thank you for your sense of duty! Breaking so much sweat, but not for yourself oh no!"
*after breaking a motionless clasping handshake, lady slowly moves hand down past waiter's belt, eventually gripping what feels to her remarkably like a baby jalapeno*
*Waiter remembering his standards of decency, solemnly resolves to stand still and gently nod as though hearing a truth spoken with rare perception*
*This sacred moment is abruptly halted by the voice of the naysayer exasperated customer, after taking a 45 second scan of the room to find out which miserable face was the one, he spots the defiant stare. Waiter now has a strong gut instinct this man is bad news. He reluctantly lowers his gaze with an audible sneer to meet that of a tired-eyed man wearing a crumpled blazer, who was seated next to a commissioned portrait of a fine ham.
Working man: "You know waiter, I get the impression this restaurant isn't very interested in feeding anyone. You have my day’s wage in advance now, so at least feed me a little truth about the timescale for dinner!”
*Waiter is unprepared to explain the menu system to this brain-dead nobody again and then, heading towards the door to leave with a heavy heart for the human race, he meets an adorable child pushing her way in; and is shocked to notice an unwavering trust in those eyes, which rekindles a spark of optimism in the waiter's eyes once again, so he slowly takes off his aviator sunglasses to greet the mother*
“Hello, my name’s Josh, and welcome to BFL Buffet- can I take your order? No sorry, forgive me, I meant to say- can I take your payment, order is such a demanding way of putting it after all.”
/End of Scene 62
