[Potironette]

"'Course I am. You couldn't if you tried."

He opened the door to his room. Wood-grained floors, a bed in blue sheets, a clean desk of multicolored folders and a plate where had eaten spaghetti from. He picked up the plate, "I should clean this up. You can use my computer if you want."

The laptop was shoved into a corner of the desk. Luck rarely used computers. In fact, the laptop had only been touched twice. The first time, to set it up. The second time, to uninstall all the bloatware the laptop came with--which turned out to be a waste of effort since he never used the thing again.