(FADEIN to a hulking man slouched over in front of a laptop... the entire room is dark, but the sound of his furious typing can be heard... then a short... then broken laughter... then the clickety-clacks of the keyboard again... then silence.)
HAL: "Is it time?"
(The camera shakes up-and-down in a nodding fashion.)
HAL: "Hmph. Interrupt me in the middle of a beautiful recursive method, will you, McMillan? I can see you have some kind of death wish. Surely you don't think your +2 Chain Mail can defeat my superior skills of eliteness? And NOT SPELLED WITH LETTERS, MIND YOU.
"No, Christopher.. may I call you that, Christopher? Yes. I shall speak to you like a child, because I'm sure you couldn't design a web page if Angelfire made it for you... hahahaha... "
(He starts giggling and then snorts, then starts giggling harder. Finally, after entirely too long, he speaks again.)
HAL: "Don't get me wrong, Chris. I'm sure you're a swell guy. I'm sure you've got kids and a family and a life outside of EverQuest... but I'm not interested in all that.
"See, my name is Lombough... Harold A. Lombough. I am the future of this business.
"In fact, I am the future of ALL business. I'm hooked into the information superhighway, I mainline JavaScript and dream in OpenGL...
"You? You're analog. You're blood and guts and weak flesh.
"Me? I am perfect. Like the small bus lines of electricity, passing through your mobo as it screams in its binary language... and you know, when it says 01000110011101010110001101101011001000000111100101101111011101010010000001100111
0110111100100000011001000110100101100101... THAT IT'S NOT MESSING AROUND.
"You'd best brush up on your cybersurfing skills... because if you don't have what it takes to hack it...
"... I will... Control... Alt... Delete you!"
(FADEOUT to his maniacal laughter... with occassional snorts.)
