The Clothes Make The Spirit

Every morning is the dawn of a new error.

Noah glared at the letters parading in front of his eyes. They were rainbow colored, and were doing the can-can – or maybe it was an Irish jig? No, actually, it looked more like the Macarena, as odd a thought as that was – across the e-mail’s surface.

Deleting this newest insult, he made a mental note to himself to find something extremely evil to send Pegasus. With Mokuba’s help he’d finally figured out the two culprits behind the first insults, and while his younger ‘brother’ didn’t want him to really hurt Tristan – and considering what had happened to him the last time he’d ended up digitized, Noah agreed that the brunet had just cause to be angry with him – no one was all that concerned with Pegasus.

Just as he was about to go search out a good insult to see the white-haired maniac, another e-mail popped up in his inbox. Sighing, because the Subject read ‘Hello, Bug’ – which wasn’t a spam line he’d read before, but what else could it be? – he gave in to curiosity and clicked on the ‘Open’ button.

Blaring at him from a grass-patterned background were the words – composed of letters in a font using ladybugs to make the letters – Bugs are Sons of Glitches!

Gritting his non-corporeal teeth, Noah seethed. Forget the insults – he was sure the IRS could manage to find something on old Pegsy…