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[Piano music]
Peter: Hello, I'm a Mac.
Bob: And I'm a PC.
Peter: So, I hear there's a really nasty virus going around.
Bob: Yeah, it's going to kill 93% of the world's population.
Peter: Woah, 93%? Glad I'm not infected.
Bob: You were supposed to be.
Peter: Yeah well, apparently it doesn't affect Macs.
Bob: I can see that.
Peter: But you must feel bad.
Bob: Me. Why is that?
Peter: It's your company's fault that everyone ends up dead.
Bob: How am I responsible for killing 93% of the world's population?
Peter: Your company developed the virus, and unleashed it upon an unsuspecting world. Kind of like Vista.
Bob: (groans) Don't remind me about Vista.
Peter: Not to worry, I'm aware of the future, and I'm back in the present to save the day.
Bob: And how are you going to do that?
Peter: With my multimedia powers.
Bob:YOU THINK YOU'RE SO SPECIAL WITH YOUR MULTIMEDIA POWERS, but you know what, you're too busy whining to ever use them!
Peter: Ouch, you really hurt my feelings.
Bob: I should say so!
Peter: But it's not exactly true.
Bob: Yeah? Then tell me what you've been up to?
Peter: Last season, I saved the cheerleader, saved the world. Where were you?
Bob: I was busy running a Company.
Peter: Doing what?
Bob: Doing productive things.
Peter: Such as?
Bob: (smugly) Turning things to gold....
Peter: Now that I'm next to you, I can do that too.
Bob: Arrgh! At least I don't whine!
Peter: No, your customers do that for you.
[Peter teases Bob with a little blue spark to the nose.]
Peter: Gotcha.
Bob: Just stay away from my daughter, okay?
[Piano music ends]
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