Tealy stood in front of a large crowd, holding the prototype of his latest invention: the TealyPort™. The port was an incredibly complicated mess of wires, circuits, and bizarre attachments. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie—if the movie was set in a universe where technology was both overly complex and utterly impractical.
His presentation had already been running late, but he was determined to show everyone how revolutionary his new creation was. With a dramatic flourish, he plugged the TealyPort™ into the demo device and started explaining its features, completely oblivious to the fact that he was in way over his head.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he began confidently, “this port is the future of connectivity! It’s designed for those who need—no, demand—the absolute most advanced port ever made! It has... 250 layers of internal wiring, 10 different data transfer protocols, and—uh—an optional coffee machine attachment.”
The crowd looked confused but intrigued, and Tealy carried on, unaware of the disaster waiting to unfold.
“The TealyPort™ is revolutionary. It can charge, transfer data, make coffee, and—uh, did I mention it comes with Bluetooth 7.0?” Tealy smiled proudly, despite the increasing awkwardness of the room. “It may be a bit... slow to start, but once it’s up and running, there’s nothing it can’t do.”
He then demonstrated how it was supposed to work: after plugging the port into the device, he waited... and waited... and waited some more. Nothing. The port took four hours to even start recognizing the device, and the screen was filled with confusing error messages. Tealy, sweating, tried to act like this was normal, but the longer it took, the more strained his smile became.
Then, something unexpected happened. Tealy felt an uncomfortable sensation in his stomach. He shifted uncomfortably on stage, his face turning red as he struggled to keep his composure. But in his state of panic, he didn’t realize that he was, in fact, having an accident. Mid-sentence, Tealy pooped his pants.
The crowd gasped. The awkwardness was palpable.
Tealy froze, unsure of what to do next. Then, trying to save face, he decided to keep moving forward with his presentation as if nothing was wrong. But as he tried to step back from the stage, he tripped over the tangled mess of cables and wires, falling off stage with a loud crash.
The crowd sat in stunned silence for a moment. The TealyPort™ was still struggling to work on the demo screen, and the image of Tealy, now lying in a heap, was... well, unforgettable.
Dird, who had been watching from the back of the room, facepalmed. "Of course this happens," he muttered under his breath.
Tealy, embarrassed but trying to salvage his pride, stood up slowly and wiped himself off. "Uh, thank you, everyone, for your time. I think that’s enough for today."
The awkward silence that followed was deafening. The only thing that saved Tealy from total humiliation was the realization that, somehow, no one had yet turned off the camera.
“Well," Tealy said, now with a sheepish grin, "that wasn’t exactly the presentation I had in mind." He quickly bolted off stage, leaving the audience in complete disbelief.
His "revolutionary" port? Well, it was now a meme.
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