I power up the PC, my face inches away. The fan fires up with unexpected vigor. It ejects a cloud of dust right at me. As I cough and back away, I fear that I have stumbled upon a Blofeldian poison gas trap. Damn you S.P.E.C.T.R.E!
In the minutes that follow, I do not fall asleep or succumb to a lethal neurotoxin. I am forced to conclude that it was only dust after all. Still, it behooves me to remain ever vigilant, ever true.
Devil Monkey Boy
Monday, August 22, 2005 at 8/22/2005 05:39:00 PM
"No, Mr. Heeyurt, I expect you to die."
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