Ah, the thrilling escapade of facing a logging-in screen: where time stretches like elastic, your optimism wanes faster than a melting popsicle in the sun, and you start crafting elaborate conspiracy theories about why the universe is conspiring against your gaming aspirations. It's like being trapped in a virtual queue behind a troupe of turtles racing through molasses while you contemplate the mysteries of the digital cosmos.
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