Work's busy, so just a short one...although I'll try to take on Myspace sometime during the week.

MAX VERSUS THE INTERNET 7B: AMBER'S FANFIC

It took a while, but I found it.

Sadly, there's no real description for the fic itself, so I'll do my best to sum up:

PC and Mac have finally found a program the two of them to agree on: Firefox! But has all of PC's favorite bookmarks (with subfolders) been transfered from IE? It's up to Mac to find out!

Mac/PC

http://tinyurl.com/2ejhbd

You have got to be kidding me.

Who...wha...where...uhhhhhhhhh...

Alright, let's do this.

...


The .44 magnum was heavy, but of course PC was holding it wrong. Mac knew this, but why would he give advice to the man who was currently pointing a gun at him? Besides, it would only make him madder.

PC's hands were shaking and a spew of spittle fired from his mouth as he blurted out, with emphasis,

"I SAID...HAVE...MY...BOOKMARKS...AND SUBFOLDERS MOVED OVER CORRECTLY?!"

The way PC was sweating, his glasses were surely going to begin to slip down any moment now. When they did, Mac knew he'd unconsciously fix them, holding the gun with only one hand. Being only a few feet from the barrel, all Mac had to do was grab the gun away...he just needed to keep him talking.

"What bookmarks and subfolders do you...

"YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHICH BOOKMARKS I MEAN...thinkgeek, the onion, myspace, that kind of thing..."

Mac smiled knowingly.

"And..."

PC sneered, stamped his feet slightly, his glasses beginning to slowly slip down the bridge of his nose.

"And...the official Harry Potter message boards..."

Mac nodded thoughtfully and raised a finger, asking,

"What about pornfidelity.com?"

"No, I don't keep that on...HEY!"

PC shook, his glasses barely staying on the end of his nose. His left hand unconsciously moved to fix them...causing Mac to leap forward.

PC attempted to fire.

Mac attempted to twist the gun so it was facing away from him.

They both succeeded.

A single tremendous shot ripped through the front door. An ominous thump followed. In a panic, PC lunged towards it and threw it open, revealing a fallen body, already dead, a single hole torn through its heart.

It was Linux.

"Oh thank God! I thought I killed a real..."

PC realized he was alone.

He cocked back the hammer of the .44 and did a quick sweep of the house, pointing the gun into each room until he found Mac...in the computer room.

"WHAT ARE YOU...hey! My bookmarks!"

"That's right! I've easily translated your bookmarks into Firefox from Internet Explorer without any trouble."

"Has it kept my subfolders?"

"Of course! And that's not the only feature it has! There's also..."

Mac hurled the computer monitor directly at PC's foot, causing him to lose balance and fire into the air. Mac then lunged himself forward, wrestling with PC for the gun, firing shot by shot off randomly into the darkness of the room...until the gun gave off a single, hollow click.

Mac and PC glared at each other and backed off, knowing this would have to be finished...like gentlemen.

PC dropped the gun, tossed off his jacket and began rolling up his sleeves.

Mac gave a small smile as he stretched his neck and back.

PC shifted his feet and hands into a traditional Karate stance.

Mac reared himself up and then slunk down into Preying Mantis style.

PC sneered and flicked a few punched forward, whipping quickly into the air.

Mac, unimpressed, lunged forward and snapped a lightning quick jab in PC's direction.

Their eyes met.

They knew the time for play was over.

It was on.

Mac lunged forward, hands snapping out towards PC's throat, as PC stepped forward and thrusted a single, short kick directly into Mac's crotch.

Mac then scrunched up, toppled back, spun around, and then fell onto the floor.

PC adjusted himself as a croak came from the ground,

"You douchebag."

"Whatever, pussy. Now come on, we have to bury Linux."

"'Kay."