As 4chan interrupted him before he could so much as open his mouth to say that he was, in fact cool - in the sense that he was well-liked by those with similar interests and rather prevalent on a societal level - Higher Education settled for standing uncomfortably still in the middle of the room, pointedly ignoring the pornography that he'd only just now noticed. It was hardly a surprise, but still...the image editing. It was too much for normal eyes - and minds - to bear. The impact that pornography could be said to have on societal standards of interpersonal relations and communications made the hyperbole well-deserved.
"I'm fine, thank you. I had coffee earlier this morning and I'd rather be in keeping with the theme of not inflaming kidney tissue." Higher Education turned slightly, shoes squeaking, so that the magazine was in his blind spot - the area where there are no cones and rods and where the nerves of the retna coalesce into the optic nerve which ran, somewhat paradoxically, through the brain to the occipital lobe instead of being based towards the front of the skull, where...
No, not now. Wondering why the human brain was so damn odd was a welcome distraction from his own opinions on pornography, but he was at 4chan's residence, nee 'battle station,' and it would be helpful to stay here mentally for the time being. Higher Education focused on the collection of video game systems tangled together alongside the television.
"I've noticed that you have several gaming systems," he said. "You wouldn't happen to own 'the Orange Box' as produced by the Valve company, would you? I believe it plays on the Xbox."