*thanks to twitter users

1. i need to recharge, can i plug into you?

2. Fuck protocol, let's interface!

3. Baby, after looking at you, I need an oil change!

4. I can cook you up a chipset you couldn't refuse

5. I've got a 3 1/2 inch floppy!

6. It's not about the size of the CPU, it's how you use it ...

7. I'll allow Pop Ups from you any time

8. "ouch that giggahurts" "shut it bitch"

9. We can do it on my lap(top), or your desk(top).. As long as I .com & you .org, it's all good. ;-)

10. I need no cables, I can do it wireless!

11. Let me unzip your package and store to contents.

12. Chromey, let me grease those servo's with my lubricator...

13. do you do laptop dancing?

14. you're a charity website? i'll make you .org asm

15. quit mac-ing off you'll .com, look bring your joystick over here, yeah Ram it there, oh what the hell ill stick to usbj's

crazy kid baby was infamous around our street. he even made into some history books. he was an origional. one of 365 children born to a mother who popped them out at regular intervils. think of her as the crazy kid lady. she wasn't old, around 30, but the amount of children concieved, and born from her uterus had taken its toll. she was so pre-occupied with repopulating the aero factory of workers, that she rarely had time to take proper care of her pack. so crazy kid baby found that it was up to him to care for his younger siblings. all of them. until the time came when they either disapeared, grew up, or were given away. because his mother had alot of friends. friends who needed presants twice yearly. and everybody wants a baby right? but back to crazy kid babies duties. and seeing as he was a kid, and a male kid, he couldnt exactly produce milk too easily. no matter how hard he tried. so he resorted to the nearest food to milk. which, as a kid, would obviously mean aeros. so when they were melted, and all the children were fed, he found he needed to find something for them to wear. but he had no pockets, so he couldn't find any money. so he pondered this thought through labour for his mothers latest offspring. he thought, and he thought, and he thought. the idea of shopping had never occurred to the 3year old super hero, who had never once left the house before. so, as you would, he came up with the nearest possible solution. chocolate bar wrappers.so as the new day rolled in, crazy kid baby had just made the final adjustments to his newest creation. aero clothes. though not exactly comfortable.. or practical. they were cool... according to crazy kid baby anyway.and when christmas rolled around, the new clothes doubled up as wrapping paper also. and the extra kids could be hung on the tree as decorations. and so, crazy kid baby became a hero among the other children. but really, he was just a sad little kid, who hadn't been named, so who felt neglected compared to the other "luckier" children, who at least got names from their deranged mother. so he resented her. and when the time came, he sent her away.. forever. and every night as he thought of his rather large family, he thought of her. and she haunted him. he could hear her, almost as if she was in the room, sitting next to him, pleading and begging him to undo it all. to let her have her babies. promising him she'd be good.

but she wasn't in the same room, she never would be again.
and she couldn't have anymore babies, he had made sure of that.
and she wouldn't be good, crazy kid baby knew that.

because she was in his attic, sewn up and screaming.