Lets read a book
Morpheliac sat alone in the night, the hum of the computer and the flicker of the screen his only companions. His face awash in the blue glow of the screen; for a moment his facial expression changed to wide eyed horror. He hated being interrupted in the middle of a 'session' and prompted to pay, especially when the little guy was just about to get a big one right in the --
"Mom I need your credit card now!"Morpheliac screamed from the basement.
In his mind 45$ a month was a cheap price to pay to see a weekly full-on gay porn crossover show. His chubby fingers quickly tip tapped on the keyboard working their way to the s key. "Here we go" he thought as the autofill did the rest of the job for him.