''Oh my god! Someone else uses thingamabob? ..That word's amazing on so many levels... you want a thingamabob? I could get you a real nice one, real nice. Here I got a green, scaly thingamabob, red thingamabob and a viollent thingamabob. None of these of interest? I also have a yellow thingamabob and this thingamabob...''
''What's that?'' TECHNOPENGUIN asked, his eyes fixated on the thingamabob.
''Oh this, you want it? Here you can have it'' TECHNOPENGUIN recieved the thingamabob ran hiding alone with it forever alone...
*Another evening spent browsing the internet, and TechnoPenguin gets a message on msn. He clicks open the window, it says 'Hello', but he is not sure who this person called Behind You is.*
'Um... yeah, who are you?' TechnoPenguin types.
'Your friendly stalker. I missed you,' comes the response in arial yellow.
'Menchi, s'that you?'
'Haha. No. I just told you who I am.'
'Right. Sorry, dude, I don't know you so I'm gonna close this window.'
'I'm not a dude.'
'Bye'
You're about to click 'block', but Behind You's message comes fast and indignant: 'OH NO YOU DON'T! It's taken me hours to hack you!'
'WTF!'
*suddenly, your flatscreen flickers blue and white. The hdd buzzes and whirs as if demented (or trying to read a really chunky file covered in glue). Your disc drive pops in and out. And, strangest of all, your keyboard feels hot to the touch...
Baffled and a little perturbed, you do the only sensible thing, you push the power button and subsequently unplug your PC.*
'Woah, woah, woah there, Techno,' a feminine English voice pipes up through your speakers, which are still plugged in.
*Now you're simply freaked. You sink into a frenzy, tearing at all the wires, unplugging everything you can. Once done, you turn your attention to the rest of your room, unplugging your TV, your radio, the goddamn lamp you bought for nighttime studying in bed. But in your hurry, you forget the most important component - the little blue USB stick on which you had been doing your coursework... and, with a jaunty tilt that could almost be called smug, it sticks out the front of your PC, waiting to be carried along with you wherever you go...*
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höhöö jätinpä viestin
I believe so ...Max stick his hand down a cats mouth?
*lazy stalking*
''Oh my god! Someone else uses thingamabob? ..That word's amazing on so many levels... you want a thingamabob? I could get you a real nice one, real nice. Here I got a green, scaly thingamabob, red thingamabob and a viollent thingamabob. None of these of interest? I also have a yellow thingamabob and this thingamabob...''
''What's that?'' TECHNOPENGUIN asked, his eyes fixated on the thingamabob.
''Oh this, you want it? Here you can have it'' TECHNOPENGUIN recieved the thingamabob ran hiding alone with it forever alone...
*Another evening spent browsing the internet, and TechnoPenguin gets a message on msn. He clicks open the window, it says 'Hello', but he is not sure who this person called Behind You is.*
'Um... yeah, who are you?' TechnoPenguin types.
'Your friendly stalker. I missed you,' comes the response in arial yellow.
'Menchi, s'that you?'
'Haha. No. I just told you who I am.'
'Right. Sorry, dude, I don't know you so I'm gonna close this window.'
'I'm not a dude.'
'Bye'
You're about to click 'block', but Behind You's message comes fast and indignant: 'OH NO YOU DON'T! It's taken me hours to hack you!'
'WTF!'
*suddenly, your flatscreen flickers blue and white. The hdd buzzes and whirs as if demented (or trying to read a really chunky file covered in glue). Your disc drive pops in and out. And, strangest of all, your keyboard feels hot to the touch...
Baffled and a little perturbed, you do the only sensible thing, you push the power button and subsequently unplug your PC.*
'Woah, woah, woah there, Techno,' a feminine English voice pipes up through your speakers, which are still plugged in.
*Now you're simply freaked. You sink into a frenzy, tearing at all the wires, unplugging everything you can. Once done, you turn your attention to the rest of your room, unplugging your TV, your radio, the goddamn lamp you bought for nighttime studying in bed. But in your hurry, you forget the most important component - the little blue USB stick on which you had been doing your coursework... and, with a jaunty tilt that could almost be called smug, it sticks out the front of your PC, waiting to be carried along with you wherever you go...*