“Vwom. Vwom. Ba da DEE dum, BAA ba bumm. Vwommm.”

Roger, do you think you could maybe not-

“Vwommmmm. VWOMMMMMM.”

Okay, Roger, put down the Razer TRON Mouse & Mat Bundle for a second, okay?

“Oh, sure, Dick. Something wrong?”

Yeah, Roger, there is something wrong. You can’t stop singing while you’re mousing.

“Oh, ha ha! Silly me! I guess I was just so lost in the wonderful music of the world of TRON that I couldn’t help myself!”

Roger, I’m not gonna lie to you. I only listen to Steve Reich. I only watch Fassbinder films. And to see a bunch of toy-loving man-children come in and talk about TRON like it changed the world of film and music, it’s really offensive to me. In fact, almost everything about you offends me.

“Gulp.”

But that Razer TRON Mouse & Mat Bundle? It doesn’t. It looks really good. I can understand why you’d want to use it. So I’m gonna cut you some slack. AS. LONG. AS. YOU. STOP. HUMMING. THAT. SOUNDTRACK.

“Dick, I guess I understand where you’re coming from. We’ve all got different tastes, right? And a guy like you, away from the mainstream like you are… why, you’re just a nerd of a different color, aren’t you? In the face of my sci-fi knowledge, you’re just like me at basketball camp!”

Well, I never thought of it that way, Roger. I guess we aren’t so different, really.

“We sure aren’t, Dick. So I think you deserve a little compromise, okay? I’ll stop humming for the rest of the day, and put on some music instead. Something we can both enjoy.”

I think that’s fair, Roger. I think that’s very fair.

“Great! Hey, you like rap? I’ve got this cd from a guy called MC Paul Barman and.. OW! OW! WHY ARE YOU HITTING ME WITH MY RAZER TRON MOUSE & MAT BUNDLE? I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS NOW! I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENNNDS!”

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