I’m am the proud and happy new owner of the Matrix Reloaded video game.
I’ve read the manual. I’ve marveled at the cool, holographic paper on the box. I’ve drooled over the apparent complexity and depth of the game. I’ve tried to imagine all the myriad combination moves I’ll discover.
And now, I must return to work.
AAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhh…
My console rests disconsolately, 22 miles away. The silvery disk tempts like a writhing and succulent sex goddess. I yearn to bring the two together. I yearn to rename the box the Orgasmstation.
But, I must work.
Do I feel a cough coming on?
:o