Woke up this morning in a haze, must have Browned out again last night. Everything was weird looking....like I was tripping or something.
I threw down the logs I had, I didn't even know why I was carrying them, but Mac reminded me that I could look like this if I kept it up!
Whatever dude, I'm out of this virtual shithole ya Jabrony! But dammit, Frank and Dee dragged my into helping them clean up:
Dee changed her profile picture to a bird:
Dennis told me the bar was having some electrical problems, so I had to fix them as usual. But I thought, why not kill their computer worlds that I'm waking up in at the same time!
Didn't work.