Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.
“Really this is disgusting, Michael. Buy yourself a new keyboard, they aren’t that expensive. This one’s beyond the reach of Mr. Clean or Lysol wipes. I don’t even think compressed air would move anything.”
“Mum, leave me alone. I’m playing games.”
“Oh, like Super Mario? And what’s that one? Oh, yeah, the one where the guys a pimp and kills all those hookers and sells drugs?”
“It’s called —”
“I just want to play can I? I know you have that Guitar Hero one and I swear I bought you a dance one.”
“Oh, ah. It wasn’t my thing sold that dance one. And the one with the hookers was ‘Grand Theft Auto.’ I don’t think you’d like that one Mom.”
“It’s pretty gory . . .”
“I heard all about it from my friend at work, Michael. She played it when she was sick a few days, at home. Took her a bit but she figured it out.”
“Mom, I don’t want you playing that game. Besides I’m playing Warcraft. . .”
“Who’s the Mom here? I want to play that game.”
“Okay Mom, I’ll buy a new keyboard. I’ll order one now. Please let me play Warcraft in peace?”
“Well. . . ”
Michael grumbled to himself and pushed his Mom gently out of his room before locking the door behind him. Mothers . . .
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