Computer skills. Yeah, tell me about it. I'm from 1986, when like...most of the muns around here were either still in diapers or a the smallest gleam in their parents' eyes. Don't even get me started about how most keyboards aren't made for these paws.

[Mike holds up a hand for comparison.
A moment later there's the ding of an oven timer and a list appears out of a Dot Matrix printer that wasn't there a second ago.]

Holy hippospit! That's...wow. And only one of you guys gets played? That's a damn shame, is what that is.

GET ON THE STICK, MUN!