"Some joke, I don't get it. Where's the punch line? Damn, nothing." Max punched a few more keys. "Let me have this. I wanna take me a look a closer look," Max said as he pulled the diskette from the machine.
"Where are you going with that?"
"To my lab. I'll disassemble it and see what's what. Probably some garbage shareware. I'll call you later."
At 4PM Max came flying through Pierre's office door again. Pierre was doing his magic . . .talking to the press on the phone.
"Where did you get this?" bellowed Max as he strutted across the plush carpet holding the diskette in his hand.
Pierre waved him silent and onto the couch. He put up one finger to indicate just a minute. Pierre cut the reporter short on an obviously contrived weak excuse. He promised to call back real soon. He meant that part. He would call back.
"Pierre, where did you get this?" Max asked again.
"Nowhere. What's on it?" he demanded.
"Viruses. Lots of 'em."
"You mean it's sick? Like contagious?" Pierre was being genuine.