"Okay. I got this," Malcolm says to himself, wiping away the sweat from how big of a job he had. "First... first..." he begins, looking around at where to begin before the big band music comes on. "First to shut that annoying computer up!" his growl turns into a scream as he turns and heads for the computer room, ready to give the computer a virtual lobotomy, or at the very least find a mute button.