COMPUTER: Hey I see there's a disk drive here.
COMPUTER: Wanna mount a partition?
ME: Yes, please.
COMPUTER: I'm gonna format it now.
ME: Wait, what
COMPUTER: Formatting: 1%
ME: NO NO NO NO NO NO STOP STOP STOP WHAT ARE YOU DOING
COMPUTER: Looks like something got messed up.
ME: No shit something got messed up. Where was my confirmation dialog that says "OH HEY DO YOU WANT TO FORMAT THIS?"
COMPUTER: I dunno.
ME: I want my data back.
ME: I want my data back NOW.
COMPUTER: Let's put things into proper perspective here.
ME: I want my data back NOW, YOU WHORE
COMPUTER: On a scale from one to fucked...
COMPUTER: You're fucked.
COMPUTER: Should've run backups.
ME: Should've kicked you inna teef when I had the chance.
COMPUTER: I don't have teeth.
ME: And you don't have a decent OS, either. Oh well. At least my loss is just one drive with some game installs, edited images, nothing I can't easily replace.
COMPUTER: Well, actually...
COMPUTER: This was the drive with your MP3s, coaster designs, pinball tables you'd been working on since 2001, the Jean Shepherd episodes you hadn't finished burning to CD...
COMPUTER: Not my fault.
ME: Okay, so you just nuked the FAT32 information first. You didn't wipe everything clean. There has to be a chance of some kind of recovery.
COMPUTER: You should have been making backu--
ME: I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SHOVE THIS HEX BIT SCREWDRIVER RIGHT UP YOUR PRIMARY IDE CHAIN IF YOU FINISH THAT WORD.
ME: THAT'S IT
COMPUTER: Don't hurt me, I have a wife and three TTYs%Connection closed by foreign host.
ME: Hey there, powerful disk recovery utility.
POWERFUL DISK RECOVERY UTILITY: Hello. Is there some partition information you'd like me to fuck around with?
ME: You know it.
COMPUTER: Hey, that utility just ended a sentence with a proposition. Some super powerful utility that is.
ME: Listen, do you want me to set fire to your RAM chips?
POWERFUL DISK RECOVERY UTILITY: Hey, I found this partition that somehow had its information messed with.
COMPUTER: Wonder how that happened.
POWERFUL DISK RECOVERY UTILITY: You want I should make it as it was before?
ME: You know it, G.
COMPUTER: He calls everybody G. Don't feel so awesome about it.
POWERFUL DISK RECOVERY UTILITY: Ding! Fries are done.
ME: Aw, thanks! You're the best!
POWERFUL DISK RECOVERY UTILITY: Think nothing of it. Looks my work here is done, time to go back to my home planet ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP
COMPUTER: Hey, you stole that from your own Cat Town episode.
ME: Yeah, the one you nearly nuked.
COMPUTER: If anybody wants me, I'll be in the corner sulking.
ME: I'll make a note of that.
COMPUTER: And leaking memory.
ME: Whatever, hooker.