Office Hours, All Day Friday

[screwyoumarvel]

Steve had finally gotten his computer up and running, and had decided to find out what the heck 'myspace' was, that not knowing about it made him un-American.

So far he was thoroughly unimpressed and half-blind from some of the color schemes. But the real kicker came when he clicked to a new page and a sound from the depths of hell suddenly issued from his speakers:

With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slippin' under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
But you know that you're toxic
And I love what you do
But you know that you're toxic

In his efforts to make it stop already, Steve may have broken his computer. Just a little.

He'd been better off not knowing, really.

((Open!))