I guess that nice wooden roll top desk wasn't so bad after all. Nice banker's light shinning on my graphite flanks. Hey, if the slime ball hadn't kept putting his finger in the middle of my face, maybe I'd still be there now. But this slag heap is incredible. I can see that he's got an open bag of Oreo cookies sitting on my side drawer.
Crumbs are all over the place.
And I'm surprised the keyboard still works. Bless those Macally fellows. Yeah, but we got too many things going on. All of the inetd daemons are quiescent until one of the ports in its list is accessed. Only then, do they come alive.