iTron

cheesoning: I think we should write a screenplay about how spam becomes sentient, and only gordonfrohman (with his unique mix of gaming skill and criticism) can get inside and take it down. iTron or something.
gordonfrohman: and once in the computer, I meet a lovely bit of female squirter porn and fall in love
gordonfrohman: but our love is not to be, because women squirting fluids all over the place is TEH GROSH
cheesoning: the eventual takedown is some kind of ubersnark that outporns the cialis ads, and, sadly, short-circuits the squirter
cheesoning: Need a pivotal catch phrase, like "Would you like to play a game?"
gordonfrohman: also, I'd like to calmly walk away from an explosion
gordonfrohman: because I'm too fucking cool to look. or get hit by shrapnel
cheesoning: it'd have to be an eSplosion. That okay?
gordonfrohman: maybe a giant squirtsplosion
gordonfrohman: but I would run from that at top speed so it's not very realistic
gordonfrohman: and at the end I wake up in my bed and it seems to have been all a dream but then I pull off the covers and MY PENIS HAS BEEN MARGINALLY ENHANCED
cheesoning: FOR FOUR HOURS AND ONE MINUTE!
cheesoning: roll credits, roll disclaimers, shut 'er down. that's a wrap.