Just leave me in peace.
You have me where you want me. I said Uncle. Now free me from the shackles of your "updates," which foul my podcasts and my You Tubes and your secret erasures which pock my office hard drives and leave them scarred and deformed.
Let. My. iPod. Go.
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your firstborn takes a little offense to being offered up as an ipod sacrifice...
I'm sure Steve Jobs will treat you well, with a minimum of daily whippings.
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