[Robert]

Hearing a loud squelching noise of feedback coming from the speakers, the pub momentarily quietens as patrons look up in wonder, from their drunk conversations, and spot Despina fumbling with the mic. Obviously quite upset, Despina speaks into the microphone about Bill Gates and linux with hopeless despair and then stumbles back to a side table, sits down with head on table and begins to sob. The other patrons all give a short toast to Despinas predicament, empathizing with her (him?), but then return to their regular chatter.

Bartender Robert walks over to Despina's table, sets down a pint of Guinness and says, "This should help you forget your problems. Then in the morning, after your hangover, perhaps you will see another way to rid yourself of Mr. Gates."