there was loads of males in the village but they still have to send for the warriors to battle the "evil" which just proves the point, most of the populace back then was not warriors but farmers and traders.
"Hi how much empathy do you have with your fellow human?"
"They are scum who should be trodden and mashed until they are dead then cast aside."
"Welcome to Human Resources."
That was my initiation into Customer Support (same sort of speach).
Also, my oath: ahem "I, the support staff, swear to keep the equipment running and the cash flow coming. I swear to get the customer to waste his time bringing back the faulty equipment, and to make sure s/he does not place said equipment on a hard surace during it's transport. I will collect cash before relinquishing equipment, and will not tell the customer that it was his own stupid fault that he broke it."
That was the motto at my last company. Breaking any of those laws was a serious offence that had to be cleared with the boss. It was unfair maybe, but then, most of the faults we got in were user error (correction, ALL of them). We had one user transport his freshly overclocked machine twenty miles to come see us, only to charge him £300 to sort out the problem (Warranty is void if you overclock) and replace the blown processor and ram.
It was best when we had the local preist in, as no-one would complain whilst he was there. He had a DVD setup with a 19" plasma screen, which had a few flaws with it (Dodgy copy of WIN-DVD, which we replaced). It was quit fun having him in as he only came in after 4, which was when the realy irrate gits would come in. Watching them keep there bluster under control was rather funny. The most evil men in the county helping out the local preists, the irony was all there.
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