Six-fifteen, the alarm has been going off and snoozed for fifteen minutes, finally you raise a white flag to that annoying buzz machine which going crazy every time the two hands forms a straight vertical line1 in the morning.

You smack on it and slowly drag yourself up, sitting on the edge of bed, dozing for another sweet five minutes like the best moment of the day. You can still feel the warmth from the sun, the light coming through half-closed blinds, casting a row of diagonal lines on the floor just in front of your bare feet.

Hold on, how would I know that if I’m dozing? Please, don’t get me into the detail, go back to sleep, would you?

You can hear the birds chirping outside, even the sound of flapping wings as they fly away. The smell and the serenity of morning, so unique and peaceful, you can live on like this forever, wish to preserve this very moment, it’s almost perfect.

Until one of two advanced bipedal biologic walking alarms coming into your room, opening the blinds fully to force you open your eyes while2 yelling:

Donald, make your bed, now!

Your response3 is:


% make bed
make: *** No rule to make target 'bed'.  Stop.
[1]Yep, still analog, you don’t like digital.
[2]“Advanced,” read that? Multitasking is standard issue.
[3]After reading Shell Humor, somehow I came up with this at 2015-01-13T07:09:08Z, I also have tried to create a cmdjokes database two years back.