Macbeth 95

THE SCENE: A dark antechamber of the Gates estate, dimly lit by three 20" monitors suspended from the ceiling. In the middle of the room is a Pentium/100Hz, sheathed in a black casing. Three programmers dance around the machine, chanting horribly. Their pale, clammy complexion is cast hideously by the light of the monitors, rendered even more repugnant to the watchful eye bye the 60Hz flicker.

FIRST PROGRAMMER: Thrice the brinded net hath mewed.

SECOND PROGRAMMER: Thrice, and once the Warp-pig whined.

THIRD PROGRAMMER: MacHarpier cries. 'Tis time, 'tis time!

     FIRST:  Round about the terminal go;
     In the poisoned upgrade throw.
     Code, which by a student done
     In minutes numbering sixty-one.
     Run-time error, protection fault,
     Crash ye first, crash ye shalt.

ALL [as they dance around the Pentium]:
     Double, double, toil and trouble;
     Tempers burn and data bubble.

     SECOND: Fillet of a Sound Card bake,
     In the Pentium no sound make;
     Point of arrow, click of mouse,
     Scream of user, frightened spouse,
     OS/2's net use appeal,
     Steve Jobs' look and Wozniak's feel.
     For a charm of powerful trouble,
     Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

     ALL:  Double, double, toil and trouble;
     Tempers burn and data bubble.

     THIRD: Click "Start" button, speed of slug,
     You would think you forgot the plug.
     Now we shall the Mac eclipse,
     While curse words cross our users' lips.
     Leave the errors in so we can fix
     And sell more...Windows 96!
     And so we will release the Beta
     For corruption of their data.

     ALL:  Double, double, toil and trouble;
     Users buy, our profits double.

     SECOND: Compile it with errors through,
     Since the users have no clue.

     [Enter BillGate to the other three programmers.]

     BillGate:  O, well done!  I commend your pains,
     And everyone shall share i' the gains.
     And now about the program get,
     But NEVER use it on OUR net.
     Security is scarce put in.

[Beeps of PONG heard in the background.]
[Exit BillGate.]

     SECOND WITCH:  By the usage of my UMBs
                    Wicked Windows this way comes.
                    Open locks,
                    Whoever knocks!

     [Fade to black.]

Submitted by: calorman
Category: Essays and Articles
Current Rating: no rating (no votes yet)
Not funny at all 0 1 2 3 4 5 Utterly hilarious