“Well,” Marco said, wiping cheese dust from his ear. “That wasn’t a virus.”
Leo reached for the power button, but the monitor glitched. A single line of text appeared:
Leo glanced at the source: /x/ – Random – “Party Buffalo – Not a virus, I swear.”
it announced. “PLEASE RECHARGE BUFFALO WITH CHIPS AND GOOD VIBES WITHIN 48 HOURS.”
At 2:00 AM, the Buffalo yawned—a massive, glitter-filled cavern of a yawn.