Matt stared at his computer screen blankly, eyes wide in shock and mouth gaping open. 'Why me? Why me? WHY ME?' he kept thinking to himself, staring at the pop-up.

Mello casually strode by, nomming on a chocolate bar. At first, he didn't pay attention to his red-headed companion's distressed face, but then Matt belted out a hideous whine.

"Why me?" he finally said aloud, faceplanting into his computer desk.

Mello, looking beyond annoyed, popped up behind Matt and checked the screen. "Warning," he read aloud, "Your computer has 29 infections. These can lead to…" he mumbled out the ailments of the viruses. Suddenly, his yes widened. "Goddammit, Matt! What the Hell did you do to the computer?" he screeched, throwing his hands up in the air.

Matt repeatedly banged his head against the desk. "I… don't… know…"

"Maybe if we shut it off…" Mello seized the mouse and dragged the arrow to the start bar, clicking on it and shutting the computer down. After a minute, it was off.

Matt continued smacking his head on the tabletop. "Why… me… Why… me… Why… me…" he repeated with each smack.

Mello's eye twitched. "Shut the Hell up, will you? I'm trying to reset the damn thing." Mello pressed the power button and the computer came on. He logged into Matt's account and the same window popped up again. And another, saying he needed to upgrade his virus security. Mello pounded a fist on the desk. "No firewall? Are you and idiot, Matt? Why's the goddamn firewall off?" Mello yelled at the top of Matt's head, which was still moving up and down according to Matt's "why me"s. Mello sighed and shut it off again. "Just leave it for awhile; maybe it'll get better," Mello said, striding away from the computer.

"But it won't! It wo-o-o-on't!" Matt wailed, picked his head up. "I'll never play Doom again!" he mourned obstreperously.

Mello ignored him.

"My Sims file will be gone!"

Mello plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV.

"And all my bookmarks! My porn! It's gone!"

Mello's eyes widened and ears perked.

Matt was just crying into his keyboard now.

Mello revved up beside him. "Porn?" He questioned, close up to Matt now.

"Yes!" Matt cried, continuing to weep.

Mello rubbed his chin. "Hmm," he hummed, whipping out his cell phone and dialing a number.

Ring.

Ring.

And then the other line picked up. All Matt heard was silence.

"Hello, Geek Squad?" Mello said triumphantly, "We need you here right now."

Five hours later, the computer was fixed. "And… Everything's good!" the Geek Squad man said, dusting off his hands. "Thanks-so-much-here's-your-money-bye!" Mello said quickly, pushing the man out the door and handing him money, then closing the door on him. "Now," Mello began, walking closer to Matt and the computer. "About that porn…"