"How Yellow Was My Clone” by Tim Parker. Rejoice troubleshooter. The computer has chosen you to aid in its newest project by obtaining needed supplies and items. Standard XP.
Holy plasma guns, Bot-man! The Tbolmaster is intent, once again, on the takeover of Alpha Complex. Join our loyal(?) team for the most glorious pub-crawl since the Big Oops! SATNOKYLH!
The computer has risen from deactivation and suddenly you and your teammates are everyone’s pals. Even ultraviolets seem eager to please and to give you whatever you desire. You’re starting to worry...