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*A lightning bolt with a head zips through the door, halts, and dissolves into a big blue man with lightning in his hair wearing red underwear with a big F! on his chest*

Well, I'm back here again.

I hope Cosgrove can survive without me at the Mojave Ice Festival, I have a feeling this may take a while.

*he looks around to see if he sees anyone he knows ... unlikely, as he's only been here once, and only met three people, but then, unlikely things happen to him all the time. Just look at that Pinnacle Chip disaster that started the whole thing.*

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Ah, you are correct, but according to the 'net there are. 'Cos people are wrong all the time.

And thus, I am insane.

*he gibbers slightly and then unzips his head down to his torso and steps out of himself*

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"O-kayyyy... your world must be different than mine, because the 'Net is definitely not like that where I come from."

Whoah, the 'net isn't the same everywhere?

That's ... odd.

"A lot of stuff's different from world to world, apparently. Like some people don't know the difference between the 'Net and the Web..."

A beat.

"Are you sure it's not the Web that's in your head? Because that would make more sense."

The Web is a lot more unstable and chaotic than the 'Net, after all.

*All* the content of the internet, *including* the web.

Everything on any computer connected to the internet is crammed in my head. And it self-updates.

I know far too many things, many of them wrong.

Eh, at least it means I get the girls. *he grins*

Bob winces. "My sympathies. I have enough trouble keeping up with stuff in my own system."

sometimes it's cool. I got me some really great pics of Cindy Crawford.

*he grins and wiggles his eyebrows suggestively*

"Who's Cindy Crawford?"

She's a model. And she's gorgeous. Absolutely stunning. And she poses for almost-nude pics all the time. And she's gorgeous.

But hey, for some reason girls always have the hots for guys in long underwear, so I got lucky.

Bob grins. "I've found they're partial to a sprite in uniform, too."

*he grins at the thought of, well, Steff hanging on him, then changes course entirely*

Um, hey, what's a sprite? I mean, in your case?

And where are you from, anyways?

Bob takes a deep breath and begins The Explanation. "A sprite is a computer program. The world I come from exists inside of computers. In cyberspace. I live in a system called Mainframe. My format is Guardian. My function is to Mend and Defend."

At least he doesn't have to ask if Freakazoid knows what computers are.

Whoah. So if you lived in my world, a copy of you would be in my head.

That's so ... freaky.

So you're like an anti-virus program and a firewall and probably a couple others too, all rolled into one.

Neat.

Seen any interesting virii lately? 'Cos I could tell you about some that would make your ... bits? ... crawl.

Bob's face falls. "Funny you should mention that. Back home we're in the middle of a war against a supervirus who's trying to take over the entire 'Net."

Is it sentient like you?

'Cos I've never met a sentient virus.

...

Not that I'd want to, mind you.

Just sayin'.

*freakazoid randomly bounces off and bounces around for a bit, then returns and steps back into the previously discarded skin and rezips it, then twitches various body parts momentarily*

Ah, that feels better.

"...I assume she is. I haven't actually seen her yet."

aww, darn.

If she wasn't sentient, I might actually be able to --

*Freakazoid sees a little creature walking by with a bag of marshmallows and a couple of sticks*

Ooh, roasting marshmallows!

I am so in!

*he runs after the little creature to ask to join in on the fun*

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