When I showed up to work today one day before the Olympics start, the engineer told me "we need to do a hard cut over". So I said "what the fuck does that mean?" And he said "We need to turn it all off, and on again." And I said "what exactly?". And he said "everything, the entire station. It's broken, this might fix it." And at that point my soul left my body, I'm not responsible for anything I do from now on.
"Your honor, his acts were indeed of the most heinous variety. But we must remember, this man, this mere mortal man, was experiencing total and complete physical and emotional duress under the unbearable weight of a spontaneous hard cut over."