What do you have to be thankful for?

Sean swears softly at the laptop that refuses to switch on and connect to the web. He can't even kick at it, the way one does with a proper piece of machinery. Then all of a sudden the damn thing makes a whirring noise, sounding suspiciously like a raspberry, and sets in motion.

He glares at the the laptop and starts talking to it.

"I suppose you expect me to be grateful for the fact that you've decided to start doing the job you were built and bought for. Well then, I have a surprise for you... There are things that are way more important than you..."

He logs on to the web but keeps chattering to the laptop.

"See these three beautiful girls? They're my daughters, they're beautiful and clever and there are times they're so much like me it fucking makes my heart burst. And all these movies listed here? I've been in them. Okay, more often than not I played a fucking villain and ended up dead, but still people would remember me, sometimes even shed a tear for the way I'd died. And look at this glorious football team.. They're called the Blades, they don't win always but they always put up a good fight."

The other man in the room has been staring for some time at Sean as if worried that he's gone insane all of a sudden. When he realizes this, Sean grins apologetically.

"Sorry, I was just saying thanks for a series of things. I was about to get to the best part of it, saying thanks because I have you in my life."