Sing, O Muse, the anger of Siria when none of the college printers would work, sing the abuse and destruction which rained down upon them to the sounds of 'Please dear lord please god let me finish these term papers', pain upon pain a thousand times. Sing of the malfunctioning system which cost Siria €3 to print out two papers, of the desperation which led her to deliver a mighty blow unto said printer!
Sing of the music more beautiful than the lyre, the final whirring click as lo! the printer did function. Sing of the blessed moment wherein Siria did clutch two prettily formatted essays in her hands, for so was the will of Zeus fulfilled! -siraeve, who is not an unintentionally funny plebe.