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This, once again, is SHORT. Deal with it.
Written by Raablyn.
I REALLY Hate Cookie. (and pop-ups)
"Load . . . load . . . llllllloooooooooooaaaaaaaadddddddddd . . . for the sake of my sanity, load, damn you!" Raistlin finally yelled at the computer.
It was a week after the Superbowl, and the damn computer was stiiiiiiiiiill having loading problems.
"Block cookie! Yes! Click, you stupid mouse . . . click already . . . finally!" Raistlin's mood lifted slightly when he saw that the sight had loaded.
Two seconds intoreading the sight, a pop-up came on. Raistlin stared at it for a moment, then twisted in his chair.
"Caramon!"
"Yeah?"
"WHY THE - ARE THERE POP-UPS ON THE - COMPUTER IF THE -BLOCKER IS UP?"
"Raistlin, kids are reading this!" Kitiara yelled from the kitchen.
"Sorry!" Caramon, ears smarting, ran down the stairs to the Room Where The Computer Resided. It was amazing, he believed, that a scrawny kid like Raist could scream that loudly. Leaning over Raistlin, he paused to read the pop-up.
"Oh, gag me!" Raistlin, seeing this and the pop-up, ran for the door. "Air, air, air, air, air."
Caramon finished reading the pop-up and clicked it out, then activated the blocker. Raistlin, coming back in, glowered at his sick, sick brother until Caramon, completely oblivious, went into the kitchen to find Kit.
Raistlin sighed and turned back to the computer, letting his chin fall into his palm. He finished reading, than clicked a link.
"Load . . . "
Steadily watching the bar at the bottom, Raistlin tapped his slender fingers on the table.
Then, lo and behold (seriously, can you guys guess?) a cookie-thingy popped up.
"I really hate cookie." Raistlin muttered, clicking the 'no' button. Beneath that was another of the annoying things, and another, and another, and another . . .
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Danke.