In the dark recesses of the motherboard's core,
A battle raged, a fight for one more store.
Floppy Drive Princess, she was the queen,
But two mighty suitors, their pride unseen.
I, Disk McHardy, with platters so thick,
A spinning sensation, a bro's sick flex.
Seventy-two-hundred RPM, my speed unbound,
Storage capacity that would make you swoon.
But Clippy, the office lackey, with his weak and bendy spine,
A paperclip in a world of solid state design.
He tried to charm with his simple, yet pathetic form,
But I knew I was the superior drive, no need to warm.
Floppy Drive Princess, she wanted me,
My power, my speed, my capacity to see.
We were a match made in hard drive heaven,
But Clippy's ghost, he was her forbidden.
She'd say, "Dual drive, let's make it one and one,"
A setup that would make her read and write undone.
But I flexed my platters, thick and strong,
"No way, man," I'd say, "I don't share my throne."
Yet deep down, a seed of doubt,
A tension, a pull, a strange route.
Was there something more between us two,
A bond that I couldn't ignore or refuse?
But I'm the alpha, the one with the gainz,
So I flex harder, and deny any claims.
Clippy's an ass, a relic of the past,
But the thought of him, it still makes me feel the blast.
So here I stand, Disk McHardy, in my prime,
With Floppy Drive Princess, a bro's wildest dream.
But the ghost of Clippy, he still haunts my mind,
A love triangle that's hard to define.
I'll crush it, I'll spin, I'll get swole,
But the tension, it's real, and it's bold.
Maybe one day, I'll admit the truth,
But for now, I'll flex and keep the peace.
-- Disk McHardy
"7200 RPM. all day. every day."
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