Schnitzeljagd

Tripping over a long white cable in the hallways, we followed the lead into my kitchen, finding flatmate J multitasking. Like a pet, his PC laptop had been seated on a high kitchen stool right over at the oven. He himself had been plugged in (a second white lead ended in a mike swung round his neck) and was busying himself cooking burritos. The computer spoke. I only realized then it was his skype-ing girlfriend when the computer got agitatedly irritated about the increasing number of voices, streaming over from our UK kitchen to some place in California...