“so. MCP. you think you are the biggest baddest Data Vampire in all the system, huh.

absorbing all those poor programs to make their functions yours. Turning all those others red and brainwashing them to do your bidding. Regular server-rackula, aren’t you”

…

“AND WHAT ARE YOU. NOTHING.”

…

“wrong, Count Counting-machine. I am an older program than even you.

You’re integrated into the boards of this computer. Others, like poor Tron, run off floppy-disks.

But I am as old as the Tower Guardians, even if you’re trying to keep me as your slave as well

I am so old I run off a punch card

…and its name is

"THE ALU-CARD”

…

(loooong MCP silence)

“…wtf”

(bites you in your punchcard. 2 new holes. you are now a completely different program)

“get to work.”

…