To be screwed out of the reasonableexpectation that your Microsoft software will work as intended and to discover to your horror that your software has more security holes than Swiss cheese.
An inaudible flatulence excreted in small volume, most commonly by house cats, that smell worse than your grandmother's leftover meatloaf milkshake surprise... the next day.
And so there I was right, just minding my own businesson the couch and my cat comes over to get pet and microfarts on me. I'm all 'are you serious?' my mouth was open and everythiiiiiing. Would you happen to know what PETA's regulation is on extorting cats into Chinese slave labor?