Sam Manson sat in a throne like floral print chair, with a cheesy cardboard crown at an odd angle on her black hair. Her parents stood across from her, snapping pictures like maniacs. Sam's best friends, Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley, sat to her left and right, stuffing their faces with the twelve-layer chocolate birthday cake.

"Honey is everything all right?" said Mr. Manson, wheial his wife continued to take pictures.

"I'm okay Dad'" said Sam through gritted teeth.

"No seriously," said Tucker spitting cake crumbs all over Danny. "Something is wrong. I can tell."

"Is that why you're such a ladies man Tuck?" said Danny, wiping a strand of chocolate drool from his chin.

"Look who's talking!" Tucker retorted, picking his ear with a pinky, then licking icing from it.

"I would, but I don't have a looking glass for you!"

"Looking glass? That is so-"

"Shut up both of you!" Sam interrupted. " Now if you're done being cavemen, I'm going to open my gifts. ALL RIGHT!" A vain throbbed above Sam's left eye.

When no one said a word, Sam grabbed the gift Danny got her, ripped of the bat covered wrapping paper, tore open the flimsy cardboard and peered inside.

"Oh my gothness! Danny, you got me a year's subscription to INSIDE A GOTH'S MIND! This is my tenth year subscribing and they say if you subscribe for ten years the send you a spiked dog collar with your name on the tag and tell you the secret to Goth fashion! Thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, so much!"

With that Sam jumped up, hugged Danny and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to Tucker's identically wrapped gift, not noticing the violent shade of crimson Danny had turned after the kiss.

" Tucker… you got me a pair of spiked combat boots and matching black lace spiked gloves… THANK YOU. HOW DID YOU KNOW!"

Sam jumped up again, grabbed Tucker in a headlock and gave him a noogie.

" I saw you literally drooling over then in the mall," Tucker's voice came floating out from Sam's armpit, slightly muffled. " Although now I'm thinking I should have gotten you some deodorant!"

" Samantha, now it's time to open you father's and my present." Mrs. Manson's voice came from behind a huge gift covered on clown paper. Sam shuddered at the wrapping paper. She grabbed her fork and ripped off a chunk off the clowns so she could get at the box. Upon opening it Sam fainted. When Sam came to half an hour later, she sat up shaking.

" M…Mom. D…D…Dad. Y…you didn't really get me……?"

" They did." Tucker's voice was a hushed whisper. " They got you the ULTMIT GAMING DEVICE IN THE HISTORY IN THE UNIVERSE.. They got you…A HUNT'SMAN GAMMER 4962! THERE ARE ONLY 50 IN KNOWN BEING.THEY ARE GOING FOR ABOUT THREE MILLION. AND THAT'S JUST FOR THE SYSTEM. THE GAMES COST FIFTY THOUSAND EACH. YOUR PARENTS GOT YOU THE MOST POPULAR GAME!"

" Mom…Dad… Why?" Sam was still a little shaky so Danny supported her.

" Well we asked around online, for what was cool now and a young man was nice enough to sell it to us."

" What game?" Sam asked warily.

"They got CHAT MASTER 5000." Danny whispered in her ear. " All it does is let you chat with people across the globe and gossip about things."

" Why would I want to chat with people world wide? I don't even like to chat with you two!" Sam yelled angrily at her parents. " That seems like some thing Paulina would like."

"Sam think," Danny said. "You could chat with Goths world wide. Learn how Asian Goths differ from African Goths. Think of the possibilities."

"Danny the only possibility I see is selling this and then buying something I'll actually use."

Sam's parents were crushed. "Honey we thought you'd like it," said her mother. "And I herd the most popular topic on the CHAT MASTER 5000 is boooys!" She practically sang "boys".

"Mom the only boys I would ever want to talk about are sitting right here." With that declaration Sam threw an arm around both Tuck and Danny. They both turned pink.

" Young lady if you don't try it you father and I won't rest until we find a way to make you allergic to the colors black and purple! So either you get down on your hands and knees and thank us or you log on and start chatting!"