* * * A Visit to the Wiggly's House * * * While we're waiting for the others to arrive, let's have a nice Pepsi. Oh my! (taps watch) Where ARE all the other party guests? Anyway, about today, I was waiting in line to have my head highlighted, when I noticed the president of the bank, carrying a PS/2 mouse resting on his lips! And I said, Dear Dr. Weaver, I can't escape a self-similar gravitional field of takeover--- Although, it nearly became a simple paranoid psychosis... Oh well. First I had little Billy playing rock music in my ears, but now every Friggin' time I try to sleep late, the drug dealer Timmy's group of wastoid friends is pirating warez. I'm gonna shoot someone with my gun.