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Me and the Indian made our way over to one of the less concious computers, which was out of the Librarians hearing range.

Jake: My name is Jake. And for your sake, we'll say that the office is some type of hellhole.
Indian: Okay. So what are you doing on that mummuring rock?

Jake: Mummuring rock... oh. You mean the computer. Yeah, I'm using the Internet.
Indian: This Internet being...
Jake: Umh..... you can... look up.... information and cool stuff.
Indian: Like what?
Jake: I don't know. People having sex.
Indian: OH! That seems intresting. Anything else.
Jake: Fetishes. Do you like feet?
Indian: YES I DO!

So me and the Indian guy proceeded to look at foot porn on the computer. For several minutes.
Then we went to another computer and tried to log in. Success. Enh, Netscape sounds good. Wait wait wait.

Jake: www.free-foot-sex.com your site of choice?
Indian: Site?

So I typed that in. And many moons passed.
Finally it appeared to be loading up.

Jake: Oh man, here it comes!
Indian: (sleeping)
Jake: Hey ass, get up.
Indian: Wha... Get off me fool'.
Jake: Come on, your sites almost loaded.
Indian: Site?

And we waited. And waited. And then..