
this is a story about a nice little toy, let's call him Mr. Ukko.
ukko lives on the hill of greater sex, where he setteled down
after he'd heard about the tragic story that hit earth. earth
is no more, you see.. urban space ships landed on the little 
hill beside where ukko lived, and they knocked on his door. 
Ukko opened and the aliens said they were from the tax agency
selling multimedia cd's, ukko who was a friendly toy invited them
for a little preview of their new warez. as they approached his 
nerd-computer, which was like one of those pink ones you never
see so often anymore. 

"Hey, before we begin, i have to ask you some questions.", said the 
alien which looked much more like a plummer than a taxman. 
Ukko replied "sure, go ahead.. i have nothing to hide". 
 - "okey, have your modem ever gone into the internet?"
 - "uh, well. yes, but i wasn't practising hamster-roaching,
    i swear on my grandpas neighbors friends daughters third
    boyfriends laywer"
 - "our papers say you have been on the INTER-NET. and tried
    to roached some people.", the other alien hands him a
    paper of some sort, "now what do you say now".
 - "heck, i even dont know what roaching IS!", shouts Ukko.
 - "dont hide it, we've filmed you even. every move, every
    sound you made, let's see"
    
The vcr was one of those types you could get for peanut money
at some bargain-sell, and snared and sounded real cranked.
The second alien, which have just been guarding the door 
all the time reach forward to the vcr and put in a old cassette
the vcr now sounded like a garbagetruck, but soon the tape was
was inserted and the vcr rolled, though lots of noise came
from the it.

The video showed a roaching in progress, with ukko as the
mainperson, though this story isn't going to be x-rated i
cant tell you much about this part. If you wanna know, then 
just ask those in rECTUM cAUDA which know. 

ukko now realized he've been doing something really wrong
when visited that unknown club.