Friday, August 29, 2014
The kids have gotten themselves into their beds,
after fighting about video games most of the
Glenda, a fairly competent referee usually,
snores on the sofa, Martini-ed out.
Cliff picks up the pitcher from the stale rug
and places it back on the coffee table.
The TV blares offers--second one free if you
pony up additional shipping charge, etc.
He clicks the remote.
The blank screen makes him aware of the computer
blinking, so he jiggles the mouse to find out why.
Three potentially unwanted programs have been found.
Cliff checks Quarantine All.
"Thus I COMMAND!" he whispers.