Orders a beer on someone else’s tab. Orders a bear. Orders 1000000 beers one at a time. Orders an order. Orders the same beer he just drank. Orders the first beer he ordered (which he didn’t drink). Orders all of the beers on offer in chronological order. Orders all previous orders ordered by word order.
All the time bearing in mind the Client gets his paws on it all your hard work will be for naught.
He’ll find something to crash it that you didn’t think was worth testing.
After a turn of the third degree,
In the Whimsey Future World that we can see,
Came a laserin’ asunderin’ and making screams,
With the pale blue Antisphinx’s laser beams.
Out of the mists, a horse with a horn.
Baron von Mistycorn was his form.
Giving a try, and giving a bye,
As we watch for his duplicates to multiply.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more.
Our buddy, Real Baron, was openin’ the door.
Easier tried, seein’ that there were three
Of our buddy, Real Baron, determine-y.
—from “Snoopy vs. The Red Baron,” the Royal Guardsmen.
……..I feel like the rebuttal “We find trouble, and shoot it” works here somewhere…
I think in this instance, it’s the trouble that’s shooting them.
Unless they *are* the trouble?
The Computer is your friend.
“Bah-R-MCN-4 and Nicz-R-HKR-3 please report to clone dispatch. Repeat…”
Stay alert. Trust no one. Keep your laser handy.
Fragile things, dropped from a great height, make a nice sound.
^^ Feline axiom
I ran and played first edition. It was true that it was rare to get out of the briefing without using a few, if not all, of your clone bodies.
And that’s still one of my day to day mottoes.
Trust the Computer. The Computer is your friend! ^_^
The benign presence of Friend Computer _would_ explain a few things about this whole scenario… 🙂
How did I not notice that only one of the Barons’ horns is glowing.
I see at least two glowing horns, myself.
No, all three are glowing
THERE. ARE. FOUR. HORNS!
There are five horns there. Do you see five horns?
I count six.
“Vigorous QA.”
sempf: “QA Engineer walks into a bar. Orders a beer. Orders 0 beers. Orders 999999999 beers. Orders a lizard. Orders -1 beers. Orders a sfdeljknesv.”
Orders a beer on someone else’s tab. Orders a bear. Orders 1000000 beers one at a time. Orders an order. Orders the same beer he just drank. Orders the first beer he ordered (which he didn’t drink). Orders all of the beers on offer in chronological order. Orders all previous orders ordered by word order.
All the time bearing in mind the Client gets his paws on it all your hard work will be for naught.
He’ll find something to crash it that you didn’t think was worth testing.
Bartender gives up, quits, marches out the back setting fire to the bar on his way out, doesn’t tell the QA Engineer.
“Fault in managerial routine; bad exit.”
QA engineer walks into a bar, orders a .
I’ll have a beer’; drop table orders;
You won’t if you start messing around with the furniture like that. Or if you try to inject malformed SQL into the bartender, for that matter.
Bartender refuses to serve QA Engineer on the basis that he’s clearly already drunk.
Now I can’t help but wonder how the characters got past the Antisphinx in the original Whimsy movie.
Maybe in the original movie the tone was lighter, so they were able to stop him by asking “Why are you so mean, Antisphinx?”.
In the original, it had to answer correctly. This one, the coder gave up on that after someone tried “Why?”
“Because.” C’mon, that’s the classic canned response!
He’s Center field, we’re not talking about him.
After a turn of the third degree,
In the Whimsey Future World that we can see,
Came a laserin’ asunderin’ and making screams,
With the pale blue Antisphinx’s laser beams.
Out of the mists, a horse with a horn.
Baron von Mistycorn was his form.
Giving a try, and giving a bye,
As we watch for his duplicates to multiply.
Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty or more.
Our buddy, Real Baron, was openin’ the door.
Easier tried, seein’ that there were three
Of our buddy, Real Baron, determine-y.
—from “Snoopy vs. The Red Baron,” the Royal Guardsmen.
I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve heard that song, yet it slid right in. Thank you, good filk!
No bad baron, “u mad” is a question it can answer!
So our intrepid heroes are now in the Antisphinx’s digestive system?