SO THERE I WAS, TRYIN' TO HELP MY COUSIN BEAUREGARD SET UP HIS NEW SMART TOASTER, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THE INTERNET WENT DOWN FASTER THAN A POSSUM IN A THUNDERSTORM!
NOW, BEAUREGARD AIN'T THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE DIGITAL SHED, IF YA KNOW WHAT I MEAN. HE LOOKS AT THAT DEAD WIFI ROUTER LIKE IT JUST INSULTED HIS MAMA'S CORNBREAD RECIPE.
WELL, THAT'S WHEN I REMEMBERED WHAT GREAT UNCLE CLETUS TAUGHT ME ABOUT TECHNOLOGY: "WHEN MACHINES GET ORNERY, YA GOTTA SPEAK THEIR LANGUAGE!"
SO I MARCH RIGHT UP TO THAT ROUTER, CLEAR MY THROAT REAL PROFESSIONAL-LIKE, AND START NEGOTIATIN' WIT IT IN BINARY CODE. "01001000 01000101 01001100 01001100 01001111," I SAYS TO IT, WHICH TRANSLATES TO "HELLO" IN COMPUTER SPEAK.
THE ROUTER JUST SITS THERE, BLINKIN' ITS LITTLE LIGHTS LIKE IT'S TRYIN' TO MORSE CODE ME BACK. BUT THEN BEAUREGARD GETS AN IDEA - AND THAT'S ALWAYS DANGEROUS.
TURNS OUT, THE PROBLEM WASN'T THE ROUTER AT ALL - BEAUREGARD HAD BEEN PLUGGIN' THE POWER CORD INTO HIS BANANA HOLDER FOR THREE WEEKS! THE BANANAS WERE GETTING REAL CONFUSED ABOUT THEIR PURPOSE IN LIFE.
ONCE WE GOT THAT SORTED, THE TOASTER DOWNLOADED ITS UPDATE AND IMMEDIATELY STARTED COMPOSIN' HAIKUS ABOUT WHOLE WHEAT BREAD. TECHNOLOGY, AM I RIGHT?