Microsoft's Attempt at customer service for their highly acclaimed
Xbox and
Xbox 360 consoles. It mainly consists of
Mexicans,
Indians (Like
Dirka-
Dirka Indians, not Buffalo and Casino Indians), and occasionally the very helpful white guy. But that's if you're lucky. Don't be surprised if you get pissed with your "supporter" and he forwards you to The Head Supervisor. Which in the end is another Shitty-Speaking Mexican or an Indian who's name is Baka-Bakalaka Dirka Mohammed Jihad, or Jose. In the end, shit is either resolved due to a simple fix, or turns into a cluster-
fuck of annoyance and frustration with one of the biggest electronic producing companies in the world. Also Known as
Microshit. And don't expect them to actually do anything when big problems occur. They'll call you back in a couple of days and say "I am sorry Sir/Ma'am, there is nothing we can do
Dirka Dirka Dirka.
Xbox Customer Support Representative- (Cheap Indian Accent) Ello my name is Baka-Bakalaka Dirka Mohammed Jihad, May I get your first and last name?
Xbox Gamer in Distress- Yeah, It's, Get Me Another Fucking Representative or I'll rip that red dot off your forehead.
Xbox Customer Support Representative- Ok sir one moment. I'll forward you to my supervisor, Jose Pablo.
Xbox Gamer in Distress-... Dial Tone ...
