This post would be 100% more awesome if I had a picture of the printer. It was a giant black block, all right angles and solidity. The three of us stared at it for a moment.
Ken does the Darth Vader breathing and says, “Luke… I am your printer.”
I chime in. “I find your lack of toner… disturbing.”
Chaz throws up his hands and walks away. “I can’t compete with that.”
