Alex had come to this particular cafe, because his own computer had viruses on it, and he liked the general atmosphere of this place. He was a little disappointed that the front computers were taken, but he managed to spot one in the back. He maneuvered his way to the single computer that remained, and sat down on the chair. After logging in, he begin the process of checking his e-mail, and checking over the network.
Of course he couldn't help noticing that the guy next to him seemed to be having a lot of problems with the machine. Alex, never one to beat around the bush, just said, "That's not a type writer. Here, let me show you something." Alex then proceeded to open up the network by clicking on an icon that looked like a can of spray paint. The application popped up giving Alex options.
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Alex moved the arrow to the last option, and looked at the guy. "Getting this? Because I don't have time to explain it again. So watch me." Alex then moved his fingers over the keys of the keyboard, and pressed several of them. Every press of a key made a letter appear on the screen.
What he had wrote was;
I'm at this cafe, because my damn computer has a bunch of viruses. Anyone know how I can fix this? I'm not going to pay $100 to get it fixed.
Then he moved the arrow to the Submit button, and clicked it. Within seconds his message was posted, and he was now looking at the network, and all of the other messages.