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Now that I had exhausted all 7.046692766 e+148 possibilities of keystroke combinations I had to get creative. I decided to give a monkey a rubber mallet, and this is what it wrote:

q2wasde3kjn,jkm,0-p[;'. While rubber malleting the keyboard, the monkey hit the function, shift, caps lock, A and Z keys at the same time and my screen suddenly opened a portal to

Azeroth, or more accurately termed, "The Dark Portal." I gulped with excitement. Having played the entire franchise of games, I knew what adventures awaited me if I jumped through.

But I also knew certain really weird things because I saw the movie Tron. The Dark Portal pulsed and I stood there. Should I jump through? Or eat pizza?

I decided to play with the glowing Frisbee first. Except I when I flung it towards my partner, CLU, it was sucked into his golden suit. Interesting.

It got more interesting when his golden suit alerted the ship's computer about an infiltration attack. I had to give the Frisbees another look; down the barrel of my pulsegun. I ge

Elled my new slogan:"You kill em we chill em." My job at the city morgue was assured and I saw so many corpses I lost track. Now its 2017 and I advise the ship captains about this

practice. I tell captains to wrap a corpse that dies on the ship in canvas, tie a rope to it, throw it overboard, and drag it alongside. The cool seawater preserves the body until

it's time for dinner. Then the chef can haul the hope back onto the deck and prepare the food as required. The ocean salt did miracles for emphasising the flavour of the meat.

But the meat contaminated the ocean, making the recipe impossible to duplicate for several years, and every time someone tried, the ocean became ill once more. No soup for you.