Oh that's right, outlet. You are my bitch. You put up a pretty good fight ... your junction box wouldn't fit, your phone splitter was broken, your right socket had to be seriously coerced into going into its proper place. But i own you. You will now put forth electricity of all shapes and sizes ... high voltage power, coaxial signals from the satellite dish, and phone signals from the voice-over-IP modem. And you will do it when and where i want. My wiring was better than the crap i bought at Home Depot, and you aren't breaking anytime soon. Or ever. Bow before me, now and forevermore.
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