In all of it's vast calculations, the virus had never counted on its target hiding in a dustbin. Perhaps it would a good idea to recalculate...
Philip came to the realization that the dustbin... wasn't actually a very manly thing to think of first thing. He slowly climbed out, staying as far away from the computer as possible... and then cramped up. Yeah. Diving head-first into a trash recepticle will do that to you. Fortunately, the commotion had attracted the attention of one of Philip's co-workers.
Cherie was a friend of Philip's, but they didn't hang out too often. It didn't help that when they did hang out, his other friends kept insisting that he "tap that bootay." Okay, maybe not all of his friends, and they were justified - Cherie was a very attractive woman - but he didn't see her that way, and she definitely didn't see him that way.
"Phil, what's goi- whoa. What the hell is going on with your computer? And... why are you prodding it with a 10-foot bargepole?"
"Um... because... 9 feet would be silly?" came the hesitant reply.
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