I was all for keeping her but then she used the word WOOT.
Suddenly images from my past flashed back to my mind. Days spent in front on the computer, playing Quake and Unreal Tournament online. As the kiddies got faster connections, mine stayed the same. I could barely afford dial up as it was, let alone the new cable modems or DSL. So I would try and struggle to play and have a good time and yet time and time again I would die. Each time that I died, there would appear:
WOOT.
It is too painful to think of for any longer, I must go and leave this horrible word and memories behind.