"HOW DID YOU FLUNK *EVERY* SUBJECT!?" Sam's parents screamed at him.
     "All I did was write one login for Chris."
     "ONE LOGIN!?"
     "Yeah.  One BIG login."
     "I'm sorry Sam," his morther said sternly, though traces of deep
sadness and concern underlined her words, "but we simply can't allow this
anymore.  We're going to have to send you to.... MIDDLESEX!"
     Sam's scream was interrupted by a knock at the door.  His father
went over an opened it.  "Yes?"
     "Excuse me, but does someone named Sam live here?"
     "Yes there is, who-" the man pushed by and strode over to the
somewhat curious Sam.
     "Are you Sam?"
     "yes, um-"
     "I'm Stephen Spielberg.  I was told by a friend of yours of
a mind-blowing login that you set up for him.  He contacted my staff,
and my staff immediately contacted me.  Sam," he sat down on the edge
of the living room couch, "That login is the one most creative thing I
have ever seen.  I want to hire you to sit around and do anything you
want.  Act, write, direct, I don't care.  Your choice.  I'll start you
off at 5 million a year.  What do you say?"
     "Yes," Sam's dad stuttered out.
     "Sam?" Stephen asked.
     "Um... can I sit around and write logins for Chris all day?"
     "Sure!"
     "Then yes!"  Stephen Spielberg and Sam shook hands, as Sam
thought to himself, "Wow, with this money, I can make Chris a COLOR
login!"

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