So I figured I would give it a go.
Gizmodo: You want answers?
Apple Fanboy: I think I'm entitled to them.
Gizmodo: You want answers?
Apple Fanboy: I want the truth!
Gizmodo: You can't handle the truth! Son, Apple lives in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be breached by men with cash. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Macrumors? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Powell and you curse our illegal transactions. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Powell's firing, while tragic, probably kept us in the black. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, keeps us in the black…You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that leak. You need me on that leak.
We use phrases like "in the wild", "definitive proof", "perfect disguise"…we use these phrases as the backbone to a life spent uncovering something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very exclusives I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a camera and scale a wall. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Apple Fanboy: Did you know the iPhone was stolen and paid $5,000 for it?
Gizmodo: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Apple Fanboy: Did you know the iPhone was stolen and paid $5,000 for it?
Gizmodo: You're goddamn right I did!!
Gizmodo: You want answers?
Apple Fanboy: I think I'm entitled to them.
Gizmodo: You want answers?
Apple Fanboy: I want the truth!
Gizmodo: You can't handle the truth! Son, Apple lives in a world that has walls. And those walls have to be breached by men with cash. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Macrumors? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Powell and you curse our illegal transactions. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Powell's firing, while tragic, probably kept us in the black. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, keeps us in the black…You don't want the truth. Because deep down, in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that leak. You need me on that leak.
We use phrases like "in the wild", "definitive proof", "perfect disguise"…we use these phrases as the backbone to a life spent uncovering something. You use 'em as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very exclusives I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a camera and scale a wall. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
Apple Fanboy: Did you know the iPhone was stolen and paid $5,000 for it?
Gizmodo: (quietly) I did the job you sent me to do.
Apple Fanboy: Did you know the iPhone was stolen and paid $5,000 for it?
Gizmodo: You're goddamn right I did!!