The Fuckening, fuckery and fucked

Panel 1:Mark, early 30s, sits at a cluttered office desk, looking tired and frustrated, staring at a complex spreadsheet.

“Just gotta finish this report.”

Panel 2:A stark, red 'CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE' error message pops up on Mark's computer screen, obscuring his spreadsheet.

Panel 3:Mark's eyes widen in disbelief, his hand hovering over the keyboard, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten beside him.

“Oh, you've gotta be kidding.”

Panel 1:Mark frantically types on his keyboard, sweat beading on his forehead, multiple browser tabs open showing IT forums.

“No, no, no, this can't be happening.”

Panel 2:Mark's frustrated hand reaches towards a network cable dangling unplugged from his computer tower.

Panel 3:Mark smacks his forehead with his palm, dropping his head onto the desk in utter exasperation.

“Are you serious?!”

Panel 1:Mark attempts to plug the cable back in, but it snaps cleanly in two, emitting a small spark and smoke.

“F--!”

Panel 2:Anna, a stern-faced manager, stands in Mark's cubicle entrance, arms crossed, looking unimpressed at the scene.

“Everything alright, Mark?”

Panel 3:Mark is slumped on the floor amidst a tangled mess of broken wires and a smoking computer, his face covered in soot, as Anna stares.

Panel 1:Mark sits handcuffed in the back of a police car, looking utterly defeated, staring out the window at flashing emergency lights.

“Well, that escalated.”

Panel 2:Mark holds a local newspaper in his handcuffed hands, its headline blaring: 'OFFICE 'INCIDENT' LEADS TO ARREST: MAN CITED FOR 'COMPUTER F*CKERY'.'

Panel 3:Mark leans his head back against the seat, a small, dark smile playing on his lips, completely resigned.

“Guess I'm fucked.”