Yellow and Bloke talk Shite

Bloke: Basically You have to buy a mac.
Yellow: Expensive.
Bloke: No!
Yellow: It's a nice laptop. I've give you that.
Bloke: Look I'll go on to the Mac Store and show you how to get one cheaper than a Dell.
Yellow: It is a nice laptop.
Bloke: There is so many things you can do better on a Mac.
Yellow: It is a nice lap top.
Bloke: Word processing, spreadsheets...
Yellow: It only comes in black and white.
Bloke: ....you can use office but the Mac software is better.
Yellow: It is a nice laptop.
Bloke: Have you ever heard of Second Life?
Yellow: Yeah I have. I had correspondence once from this bloke who in there big time.
Bloke: What was his name?
Yellow: Simon Stevens.
Bloke: Isn't that your...
Yellow: Don't go there.
Bloke: So what did this bloke do there, then?
Yellow: He runs some sort of nightclub or something. Dunno quite how that works. I've never 'been' there. I'm not quite sure how you run a nightclub that doesn't really exist. Have you ever had a go at second life?
Bloke: I have.
Yellow: Right. How does it work?
Bloke: Well you just sort of have this thing called an Avatar and well that walks around and talks to people.
Yellow: On it's own?
Bloke: No! You have to tell it what to do and say.
Yellow: I see. It's a pretty chat room then. Did you chat to people?
Bloke: No, I tried to talk to them about Jesus.
Yellow: They all ran away? How did they know you were going to talk to them about Jesus?
Bloke: I called myself “Bible Man”.
Yellow: That'll do it every time.
Bloke: (takes a swig of beer) You can buy stuff you know.
Yellow: (confused pause) In the shops?
Bloke: No in Second Life.
Yellow: Buy stuff? In a chat room? What sort of 'stuff'?
Bloke: Clothes for your Avatar to wear.
Yellow: Why would you do that?
Bloke: To make your Avatar more original. You use Linden Dollars.
Yellow: Linnnnnnn-deeeeeeen Dollllll-ars?
Bloke: Yeah you exchange your 'real' money and then you can buy clothes and things in Second Life,
Yellow: Or just buy stuff in the shops and actually wear them. On your actual body.
Bloke: Yeah.
(Pause. Swig of beer)
Yellow: Did you use your lap top to go there?
Bloke: Yeah.
(Pause. Swig of beer).
Yellow: Nice.
(Pause. Eating of Pringles. Swig of beer)
Bloke: I wonder if you could be a terrorist.
Yellow: er
Bloke: You must be able to be a terrorist.
Yellow: Um
Bloke: In Second Life.
Yellow: Oh! I don't think you can kill people using...
Bloke: How would you do that?
Yellow: Wait a minute you could delete their accounts.
Bloke: There must be a gun you can buy.
Yellow: With your thingy dollars?
Bloke: Yeah.
Yellow: I don't think they'd allow that. I mean there'd be muggings in the street, armed gangs, anarchy. People would be too scared to go in there.
Bloke: They must sell a gun.
Yellow: They are Americans.
Bloke: Exactly.
Yellow: You'd have to hack the programme.
Bloke: That would be hard.
Yellow: We could get jobs working for the people who run Second Life. That's how we'll do it.
Bloke: That would work.
Yellow: You'd have to work your way up. You'd need to be a trusted employee really.
Bloke: Yeah.
Yellow: It'll take us years really. You couldn't cause widespread carnage. Just like a group of people.
Bloke: Like an explosion. In a public gathering.
Yellow: A nightclub! Yeah just take out anyone standing close. Delete their accounts. And then...um...you'd have to delete your own account or they'd find out who it was.
Bloke: you could just go up in the blast.
Yellow: We'll need to do a lot of planning. I'll need to learn how to programme computers.
Bloke: You'll need to buy a mac.
Yellow: I don't know how to apply for a job working for Second Life.
(Long Pause. Swig of beer)
Yellow: Hang on, we're missing something pretty fundamental here. This is just stupied.
Bloke: Is it?
Yellow: Of course. We can't do this.
Bloke: Why not?
Yellow: We don't have any political aims. You can't be a terrorist without aims and objectives. That would just be silly.
Bloke: I suppose so.
(Pause swig of beer)
Yellow: Why is your Mac Grey?
Bloke: Power Book.
Yellow: Oh.
(Pause)
Bloke: Pass the Pringles.

Upstairs the children slept soundly, while Mrs Bloke quietly fed her Facebook addiction.

Off in the distance a dog barked.

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