There's a monster living in the Research Center.

It's computer class and we're here in the RESEARCH CENTER. This is devastating. I was looking forward to our COMPUTER CLASS this afternoon so I'd be able to open my Facebook, or twitter, or plurk, or whatsoever. And here comes this old wrinkled monster going back and forth the research center looking for preys who open their facebook accounts. Martha just played spider solitaire and she actually yelled at Martha to get the hell outta here. What's the point of installing games on the computers here if they're not meant to be played? UGHH. Stupid.