*Lisa stares at the screen for several seconds, her cursor hovering over "Post Quick Reply". Her brain racing as fast as it can, but is hobbled by its neurons destroyed from weed and crisscrossed and disconnected from heavy meds. She clicks and immediately smashes her keyboard in rage, bits of crusty filth flying into the air and mixing with the foam of a simultaneously spilled carlton draught before landing on her pants.*
*Halfway across the world and in another hemisphere, Internutt smiles calmly and peacefully* "Owned before I even replied."