The video gamers are back again and it’s not looking good. They souped up their computers with high-octane fuel-injected V8’s. Now I can’t sleep cause they’re up all hours of the night, tearing about on these Terror Machines. And the courts can’t do a damn thing about it; no written law applies in Virtual Reality. They could be stalking about downloading wolf penises, or sending each other pictures of farts, and meanwhile I’ve got two at home, scared to bits. God forbid they’d turn into miscreants like them. You know, every day at 8AM I hear them getting up, throwing hard drives at each other, yapping about graphics cards, and I won’t have it anymore. Tell the mayor, increase their taxes, drive them out. I’m not going to live in a world run mad by TechnoKids.
