John laughed a bit too loudly at her comment. "Right, end of the world, haha," he said, his nerves growing. "I don't like to brag but I'm decent at hacking. All I need is a few tools and a monitor and I'll get it working, you'll see."

The way she spoke it was as if she knew him. It was bizarre and now he was a bit suspicious. The last pretty girl who had spoken to him turned out to be made of metal and it wouldn't surprise him if the same thing happened again.

Of course, all thought of her being a robot left his mind as quickly as they had appeared. When she talked about being tasty and not being able to do 'you-know-what', John's mind took a left turn into the gutter and he choked on the food he was eating. He gulped his orange juice, turning his head so as not to spit food at her. His face was red and he was struggling with the fact that he was making a complete and utter idiot of himself. God, how retarded did he seem right now?