I tell them I'm a wizard then throw glitter in their face.
Don't worry they'll tell you.
Because the condition was untweetable.
This won't hurt a byte
Nothing.
A Gladiator
An everlasting jobstopper.
End your text with "this message will self destruct in 10 seconds"
Throw it into a wood chipper.
Voldemart.
She complains to a man.
Only one, but they have to turn it on and off 50 times before they're sure it's fixed.
Glitter.