Yeah, my compy died... I'm currently typing this on a friend's... I wish mine was working, though...
I was intently playing my DS. Nothing had really bothered me, or even seemed to intend on bothering me… until I heard a voice.
"I thought you had a fan-fic to finish?"
I glared at the sudden intrusion and then answered anyway. "Yes, yes I do; and I have the perfect way to end it, too."
There was silence except for my occasional button pressing. The two boys in front of me glanced at each other.
"Then why aren't you writing?" Phineas inquired.
I glanced up from my game. "My computer died…"
He shrugged. "Why should that matter?"
"It's the only place I have it entirely written, not to mention I'm not to sure I'd be able to spell 'Meddleshmirtz' without using copy and paste," I explained.
"Well… maybe we can help," he offered turning to his brother. "Ferb, we're gonna need…"
"THAT'S okay!" I panicked quickly intervening between them and my computer. "I'm taking it to a professional PC shop, anyway."
"Oh... well, if you need us you know where to find us," he said as they walked off.
I sat back down and got back to my game. "... Great... now I'm going to feel guilty all day..."