https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y-aqy9BYqDMHmm, time to put that imagination of yours to the test, you've only used it to imagine big bazonkers and unorthodox ways to smoke weed and... actually that's it huh, damn.
well that stops TODAY, you shall SEEK that son of a bitch using your STATE OF THE ART, MILITARY GRADE GAY-DAR
SWOOP
SWOOP
SWOOP
DING DING DING
[R4NDS.EXE DETECTED IN (SUB-FILE: CONTROLPANEL.DONG.MP3.EXE)]
JACKPOT, there it is! now time to ZOOP right into that directory, do a little mind-hacking and voila, back to the FUN.
Aaaand... huh, this does not look like a control panel, this is a fucking street, you expected a computer setup of sorts, pinups stapled on the cubicle, wads of chewed up paper on the floor, Marjorie from Accounting busting your fucking balls from the cube in front of you, you do some hackerman stuff on the console and federal agents materialize from the aether in front of you and you beat 'em with your cool superh4xx0r skillz.
This is uhh.. different, a little unnerving; streets are quiet, snapshots of people are eyeballing you, and worst of all, no smells... real uncanny stuff.
But your gaydar is INFALLIBLE, so that almond eyed freak HAS to be somewhere in here, maybe from THAT HOUSE that your handsome, sexy ,irresistible companion is pointing towards?
>BARGE INTO THE HOUSE, KNOCK KNOCK BITCH>SNEAK INTO THE HOUSE, KEEP UP OUR SNEAKY STREAK>LOOK AROUND (WHERE??? THERE'S FUCKALL IN HERE)>ASK FOR DIRECTIONS?>T SPIGOT TH3R3 1ZZ N0 SP00N!"!111 