I thought I'd already posted this, but now I can't find it. Reproduced to avoid bit-rot.
The tech-support problem dates back to long
before the
industrial revolution, when primitive tribesmen beat out
a rhythm on drums to communicate:
Groog: Hullo. This fire help desk. Me Groog.
Lorto: Me Lorto.
Lorto: Help. Fire not work.
Groog: You have flint and rock?
Lorto: Ugh.
Groog: You hit together?
Lorto: Ugh.
Groog: What happen?
Lorto: Fire not work.
Groog:
(sigh) Make spark?
Lorto: Unh.
Lorto: Flint, rock, no spark, no fire, me confused.
Fire work yesterday.
Groog:
(sigh) You change rock?
Lorto: Me change nothing.
Groog: You change flint?
Lorto: Me change nothing.
Groog: You sure?
Lorto: Me make one change. Rock hot so me
soak in stream so rock not burn Lorto hand.
Small change, shouldn't keep Lorto from make fire.
Groog: (Grabs club and goes to Lorto's cave)
*WHAM*WHAM*WHAM*WHAM*