TOBY by Corey Pandolph for May 05, 2008
Girl: I can't figure out what's wrong with this computer. Toby: I will fix your glorified communication device, moody human female! Toby: And it will only cost you your ever-loving soul! girl: Deal. Toby: Excellent! My assistant will explain the fine print. Morris: Toby now owns your soul... Boo! Toby: This is an unfamiliar and pretentious operating system. I will require possession of your gag reflex, as well.