Robert walked into his new apartment. It was okay. He'd have to remember to get furniture, though. His uncle Jethro hoarded the stuff, and since he was intensely obese, he was pretty much stuck in one chair in front of the television, so he was confident he could get most of what he would need from there.

He was still somewhat cold from his trip here, though. He had been careless in his last night's slumber, and knew that he was lucky to have made it here in one piece. He flopped himself down onto the floor and dug through his backpack until he pulled out his PET.

Robert jacked into the wall. It was a mess. Then he jacked FactoryMan into the wall. It was considerably less messy, and had the added benefit of being what he had originally intended to do.