Two transgenic lab mice on a sound stage. Nothing Plinky, we just want to get them to order and tell us their names and addresses. We can then flood every mailbox in the world with useless junk mail. Thereby bringing the postal systems of the world into total chaos. No Plinky, we have this army surplus mainframe, which has more than enough capacity to take orders from the world's 4 billion people - in just half an hour.
Blain has to increase the flow of water to the mainframe - to keep it cool under pressure.
The end of the infomercial approaches, and the mainframe continues to take orders at an astonishing rate. But there's nothing there Blain. It doesn't matter Plinky, all we need is their names and addresses, which we now have on our mainframe computer. It doesn't matter if they cancel their orders now. Cut to water authority technician.