Customer: My dissertation is due tomorrow and the computer is saying that I can't read the disk? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG? WHAT SHOULD I DO? STOP PLAYING TETRIS AND LISTEN TO ME, YOU GUILD PARASITE!
Zen-Master Greg: Does the cow complain when the grass disappears?
Customer: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? FIX MY DISK, YOU IDIOT.
Zen-Master Greg: Clear your mind of this artificial reality. Cease to worry about this "disk". It is of no importance.
Customer: IT'S MY GODDAMN DISSERTATION, OKAY! IT'S VERY FUCKING IMPORTANT. FIX IT. NOW!
Zen-Master Greg: Bring me this disk-object that is the cause of so much frustration.
Customer: Finally! Just fix it, all right? Here it is.
Zen-Master Greg: Your worries are over grasshopper. I will solve your problem.
Customer: Thanks. Sorry for shouting. It's just that all my work is on that disk and I don't have a backup and HEY! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING? AND WHAT ABOUT MY DISK! ARGH! MY DISK! YOU SNAPPED MY DISK AND THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON! ARE YOU INSANE? THAT'S ALL MY WORK. WHAT KIND OF MORON ARE YOU?
Zen-Master Greg: You are welcome, misguided one. This matter will trouble you no more.