"Any of you little bastards start jumping around like a sweaty Ballmer and I'll smack you so hard your mom will feel it. Capiche?
Mark hides his face due to his decision to sell his lower lip as an early iPhone deposit.
Bradley chose the suave look for his lunchtime fooding.
mac-at-kearsarge infiltrated our lunch with his coy smirk, his shiny head, and his eye lashes that perfectly shape-matched his nike sweatshirt logo.
Man: A timeshare? I thought this was a software package? Well, if it's required, I guess I have to buy it too.
iPod cases for furries.
Eyebrow battle!
"..and here I can show you our bot doing....wait. Ethyl? Has anyone seen my wife Ethyl? She was right here next to the autonomous scorpion killbot a second ago."
Rupert knew he was supposed to be learning Aperture, but surely no one would notice if he was without pants for 4-5 minutes.
The flag girls twirled their weapons, cutting their way thru the crowd.
A marching band got lost amid the geek throng and couldn't escape.
Still would have sold better than the flower-power iMac.
From the "Pill spitting frog" sub-genre of puzzle games.
Clever.
