Dr.Froterstein controls his geek robot by remote control. This green shirted monstrosity stomps on small toys, attends keynotes, and stares incessantly at the breasts of female attendees.
Proving he's kind of a dick, Steve chooses an old photo where it looks like he's doing all the work and The Woz is napping on the job.
Scientist (internal): I thought I was going to be in a music video. Now they tell me it's something about computers. Hell, at least these suits have urine waste disposal systems. Ahhhhh.
Phil Schiller - when you absolutely, positively have no one else to video chat with, accept no substitutes.
Steve: Haha. I mean, who is that dead guy on his staff. Kinda morbid.
It's who? Oh. Oh, I see. I'm going to get mail about this, aren't I?
Can I still make fun of the hat?
Screaming woman needs help escaping the T-rex.
Don't Save? Cancel? Save?
Roz Ho: Yes, haha. My name is Ho. Let's get the laughter out of the way. You done? Good. Because now the laughter is all mine, since I know that no one from my gender will ever fuck you.
Intel delivers a perfectly safe wafer-thin mint to Steve during his exhaustive keynote address.
Mac mini gangbang.
iLife 06 - rosy cheeked scamps not included.
Steve: There's a reason these are made out of solid oak.
Steve: Shit. I'm supposed to be in this box over here.
Showing off their corkboard software, Steve explains the finer points of pushpin technology.
iPhoto 6 - Now with 40% more puppy choking.
