202 - I got your shit, hold your fucking pants on...
It fucking worked... Maybe your shit has been made, maybe it hasn't. The server hasn't made it's fucking mind yet...
The best part is that this is all the server is gonna tell you. Fucking leave the fucking server alone and figure out another way to figure the fuck out what happened to your shit.
Was this fucking
useful
awful? Buy me shit! (Or at least a fucking beer!)