short stories

JEN: Somebody told me I need a browser on my computer, could you install one please?
ROY: You don’t have a browser on your compu- what is that sound? Is that coming from your laptop? It’s not supposed to sound like- what the-  what’s all that crap?! How long has tha- I haven’t seen that one since the 90s! Jen, I have to fix this.
JEN: No, no, leave it. I have it how I like it.
ROY: How you like it?! Jen, it’s infected, if this was a human being, I’d shoot it in the face.
JEN: I just want you to install a browser.
ROY: That’s the browser there! Look at it, that’s a browser. Internet Explorer is a browser. Behind the picture of the lady, the lady’s not supposed to be there.
JEN: She’s only there sometimes, but wha- the “E”? But that’s the button for the internet, Roy.
ROY: THE BUTTON FOR THE INTERNET?! Jesus Christ!
JEN: Oh, shut up. I’m not stupid, geeky geek.
ROY: Jen, you don’t need to be a geek to know that you need a browser to access the internet.
JEN: Yes you do, because as soon as you know something like that, it pushes out something important and before you know it, you’re painting little figurines from Lord of The Rings.