Disclaimer: I do not own or have anything to do with the creation of the Megatokyo world, or any of its characters. It is all owned and created by Fred Gallagher. I thank him for his amazing work and wonderful story.

Largo leaned in closer to his monitor. He squinted, and frowned. He saw something that disturbed him.

"These zombies are not swarming as they should be. I do not feel overwhelmed. I should be pressed by the undead hordes already, but they have hardly moved."

Piro sat adjacent to him, facing his own screen. Unlike Largo's, his was not filled with masses of living corpses, but rather a cute, shy-looking anime girl was looking out, smiling and talking quietly in Japanese. Piro selected a reply and the character in front of him laughed softly. He smiled back at the two-dimensional image and sighed contentedly. He was lost in his own perfect little world.

"Something is not right."

Largo pushed his chair back from the desk and stretched. He then turned to face Piro. He spoke again.

"They are no longer moving at all. What's going on Piro?"

"Hmm? Nana-chan seems to like me… But I think Karen-chan is cuter."

One of Largo's eyebrows rose, and he looked at his friend as if he were mad.

"Your strange fantasies scare me more than an entire legion of undead forces. Do not speak of them to me. I do not want to know anymore."

"But she's- oh! Largo, eheh… sorry."

Piro quickly pressed his monitor of and smiled awkwardly.

"I was just… it's...umm…"

"Don't tell me anything"

"Yeah. Sure."

Piro turned toward Largo.

"What was it you were asking me?"

"There is something wrong with my system. It is not operating right."

"Ah. Sorry about not telling you first. I recently got a new ren'ai import. It's supposed to be amazingly complex, there are so many possible outcomes, and the girls are so cute! And there's a lot of options for-"

"Piro, I really don't need to hear about that. What do you know about my problem?"

"Sorry. I needed to upgrade my RAM, and the quickest way was to borrow yours. I guess I can wait and go get my own... um, I'll open up my case and give it back."

Largo's expression turned to one of horror, and he retreated.

"No! It's been corrupted. I'll have to buy more."

"With what money?"

"Our emergency money. This is definitely an emergency. There are zombies to be killed."

"Largo, you wasted all our funds on booze last week. We're completely broke."

"Then I'll persuade them to give me some. My system must be complete. I am thinking a couple of ph34rbots will be enough."

Oh god, Piro thought. Not this again.

"You can't force people to give you things, Largo. You'll be arrested. It's called stealing"

"But my purpose is good. My system cannot be l33t without sufficient hardware."

"I have nothing to do with this. Whatever happens to you is your own doing."

"I have no need of your help anyways."

Largo headed for the door. He stepped over several boxes that littered the floor, and picked up a roll of duct tape, then walked out the door.

Piro sat in his chair for while and looked towards the door. He sat for several minutes, contemplating what he had just allowed. Then it hit him. He abruptly leaped out of his chair.

"What was I thinking? If things go half as bad as I know is possible, I'll be busy explaining to some poor store clerk about why Largo happened to be carrying a crossbow in their store. I just hope he doesn't set anything on fire either."

He put on a jacket, then chased after his insane roommate.