Somewhere, in the cold, desolate (yet internet accessible) steppes of Russia, a desperate young entrepreneur has just turned 27. Slowly, he looks up and realizes, that he's just spent two of the best years of his life, logging into random PHP forums, in order to espouse to the ignorant the wonders of Tamiflu, only to have his pleas for enlightenment fall on deaf ears, while his own fill with mocking laughter.
As he prepares himself to be taken to the Vladimir Putin death camps, for refusing to wear plaid pants with a striped shirt for a third time, he sips his last bottle of Tamiflu, and one final thought crosses his addled mind:
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