Tom: What's up?

Satan: Nothin' much. What are you doing today?

Tom: Ah, just the usual. Went to the beach, got a lesson later, come home, try and get some school work done, maybe see Kelly. I thought of something though.

Satan: What's that?

Tom: You know how the seventies were supposedly the "ME" generation or decade or whatever? I figured out what this decade is.

Satan: Well?

Tom: This is the "MY" generation.

Satan: How do you figure?

Tom: Well, it's still about getting ahead of your neighbor, your friends, and/or your family, but the fashionable way of going about it seems to be much more infantile than ever before.

Satan: How so?

Tom: Well, look no further than this here computer: you got MY AOL, MY Documents, MY Buddylist, MY Plaything, MY this, MY that, mine, mine, more me, less you. What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine. Mine. My. And it's spreading. It's spreading far beyond cyber-space. Just look around you. Turn on the T.V.

Satan: I don't watch T.V.

Tom: Oh piss off, you righteous bastard.

Satan: I wonder if I can get AOL to sue you...