Zhaf: Well, Toshi, time for another session on the Internet.
Toshi: Dude, are you kidding? That's like the third time today. Don't you have a book to read or something?
Zhaf: Yeah, but I just want to check my e-mail to see if the school has sent me something important.
Tohsi: Hah! You just want to post something on your other blog, and you use school as an excuse.
Zhaf: I do not!
Toshi: Right, and I'm not a computer. Listen, I'm so sick of eating all the cookies from the countless websites you visit, I could lose my "chips."
Zhaf: That's an exaggeration.
Toshi: Uh, actually, I do feel a little sick. My cord hurts for some reason.
Zhaf: Oh my god, your cord is frayed! When did that happen?
Toshi: Man, I don't know. Ow! Don't jiggle it! That makes it worse.
Zhaf: Just let me plug you in for a little bit to see if you'll take a charge. (a short moment later) Whoa!
Toshi: OWWW! Holy Crap! What did you do? That really, really hurts!
Zhaf: When I plugged you in, there was shower of orange sparks that shot out from your cord and melted the nearby plastic.
Toshi: Aw, geez. That's just great! Why don't you set me on fire to see if I will put myself out! Not a smooth move, dude.
Zhaf: Hang a second; Let me see if I can get you a new power supply.
Zhaf: Bad news, Toshi. It is going to be awhile before I can get you fixed.
Tohsi: Bad news for you, not for me. It looks like I am going to get a weeklong rest from your grubby fingers pounding on my keys.
Zhaf: Um, whatever. Look, I am going to have to let you sleep for about a week. We'll talk again when your part comes in.
Toshi: Good night, man.