In Which Computers Were Neither Of Our Strong Suite
"I don't get it," I said, clicking the mouse all over the screen.
"Stop clicking things," Soul said, sliding into the chair and taking the mouse.
"Scooch over, I'm practically hanging off the chair," I complained.
He just snorted and clicked on the browser to open the Interweb.
"What do I do now?" Soul asked.
"How should I know?" I replied, trying to push him off the chair. His weight exceeded way over mine so it was like trying to move a mountain.
I was concentrating on moving Soul that I didn't notice he had clicked on something.
"Whoops," he said.
"What?" I turned to look at the screen and gaped at it.
After I snapped to my senses I immediately stood out of the chair and yelled, "How do you click on things like that on accident?!"
Soul was still gaping at the screen.
I let out a frustrated scream and reached over to the mouse to close the box.
Course I pressed something wrong and the whole screen went blue.
"Good riddance," I yelled at the computer.
Soul still sat there gaping at the computer.
"Get out of here!" I pointed to the door.