Sunday, January 20, 2008

Malfunction In The Making


Ok, I've started feeling really bad for P.C. He's polite, professional, and only wants to fit in. In "cool clique" type fashion, Mac won't let it happen, and I have a feeling P.C.'s on the verge of a major meltdown.

You're not as great as you think you are Mac. Yes you wear designer t-shirts. Yes your jeans have an intentional hole in them. You're smug smile screams trendyness. But your facade is transparent. That you pretend not to enjoy your victories over your rival only makes you more intolerable.
You might just want to tone it down a little. I really think we're about two more commericals away from this:

Start Commercial

(P.C. sits at a table in the big white room accross from a lady who is obviously his date. The woman is cute, but her glasses and a pony tail are obvious signs of low self confidence). A half empty bottle of wine sits in between them and from the looks of things, the two are having a very good time. Enter Mac, screen right, in between two supermodels clad in bikinis).

Mac: Oh, hey P.C. What do you know, we both picked the same place for our date.

P.C.: Mac, we saw you follow us here. I know you're just trying to make me feel bad again.

(Mac lets out cocky laugh)

Mac: Well, I was just cruising around on a safari when I met these two lovely ladies. This is iBabs and iCher. Doesn't the lowercase i in front of their name make them even hotter and cooler than they already are?

P.C.: Um....sure. Well it's nice to meet you, have a nice evening.

Mac: Where'd you have to explore to meet this girl?

(P.C. is noticably frustrated, but trying to keep his cool)

P.C.: Ok, why don't you go sit down Mac?

Mac: No seriously, how'd you even get her to go out with you? You don't excel at anything. The outlook on you getting lucky is pretty grim.

(Turns to girls arrogantly, makes obnoxious hand gesture)

Mac: Word.

(At this point, P.C. snaps. He takes the wine bottle and smashes it over Mac's head. Mac falls to the ground unconscious. P.C. then grabs his chair and pummels Mac 27 times). Mac lies in a pool of wine and his own blood, obviously dead. Enter 3 cops who try and wrestle P.C. to the ground. He puts up a good fight, but is eventually tasered.

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There's a lot of built up frustration inside that Pentium Processor. I just hope Mac sees it in time.

1 comment:

brookLyn gaL said...

Poor PC. I like him so much better than Mac!