Hello. It's me. Your computer. Let's have

Hello. It's me. Your computer. Let's have a little chat, shall we? You know how you're always sniveling and whining and mashing my keyboard when I slow down? Well why don't you try

looking at your disgusting face everyday and process high speed information. You plugged my monitor into my tower, then pointed it at your face. Your eyes look like melted Cadbury

Raisin Clusters on the portable AM radio I had as a boy, and your voice sounded squawky, like a drive-in theatre speaker. The monitor was silent, and my tower sounded okay, but

anyway, I had a big poster of a Trans-Am one wall and another poster of day-glo mushrooms.' The robot tried to encapsulate the meaning of the words but remained silent. 'Disco!

I cracked a smile, and then a book, and then my head on the tile floor as I slipped on the remains of an open pizza box that poked halfway out from under my bed. "Damn" I shouted.

My neighbor below me pounded on his ceiling yelling at me to shut up, which knocked a speaker off the wall that fell on my foot. "Damn" I shouted again. My neighbor pounded harder

until my whole flat vibrated. "Right, that's it." I thought, "I'm gonna take that pesky neighbor from the flat below out." I called to my flat mate "Fetch me my

Armeshalt slug.I will need it to dig down to his pesky house than to knock on his metal door!"I told him.When I riched down,he was partying with lots of beautiful women.I shot a...

mockingbird many years ago when I was but a wee lad, so I knew what was happening to me now was karma. That was the only explanation. He was surrounded by gorgeous women while I

was facin' a jury who din't believe me. If I was gonna hang, Boo was goin' down wid me. We shouldna have trusted Atticus. We shouldna have trusted nobuddy.