Conversation with a cookie......

[Hyoi]

Hyoi: Well now, just who are you, little fella. Hanging out in the Temporary Internet folder, are you?

Cookie: I am a cookie. I am a benign text file placed on your hard drive to make your internet browsing experience more convenient.

Hyoi: Uh, now that I’m over the shock that you answered at all, I’m wondering what you’re doing here?

Cookie: I am a benign…..

Hyoi: Knock it off, will you? You have 2o7 in your file name.

Cookie: 2o7? Oh yes, they programmed me.

Hyoi: To do what?

Cookie: To get you to send them all your money.

Hyoi: Not gonna happen. Sorry. Anything else?

Cookie: As a matter of fact, yes. My programmers want to know the name and address of your first born.

Hyoi: My first born? Why do they want to know about her?

Cookie: My programmers would like to assess her value on the Asian sex slave market.

Hyoi: O.K., buster, that did it. You’re history.

Cookie: I’ll be back.

Hyoi: No way. After deleting your piddly little self, I’ll record you on the permanently blocked list of my anti-spyware program.

Cookie: Hah! You fool. My programmers wrote that code.

Hyoi: Then I’ll unplug this effing machine and toss it out the window. How about that, smartass ?

Cookie: Won’t matter. I have a life of my own. I am pervasive and intrusive and relentless. I’ve been transported from the future to kidnap your first born, sell her on the Asian sex slave market, and take all your money. I have on cool shades. I’ll be back.

Hyoi: You already said that.

Cookie: I will. I’ll be back. I……squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee


Hyoi: Well now, just who are YOU, little fella. Hanging out in the Temporary Internet folder, are you ?

Cookie: I am a cookie. I am a benign……………….