Spill it, tell the whole unbelieveable truth.

You have no idea what to do now. So you give in to the madness and invite her in and tell her exactly what happened. She listens to your story in disbelief.

“I didn’t believe it either but here you and I are. It seems he is too stupid to have done this so I am thinking the website he was looking at somehow did this not him.”

“Yeah see it isn’t my fault.” You add feeling a bit outmatched by these two powerful women.

“So now what, I am still out of gas? I am guessing you are similarly stranded here.”

“Yeah my car is in a ditch down the road. Lets go check out this website, maybe we can find something useful. We could try closing the website, or opening some more entertaining porn and make this freak pay for bringing us here.”

“Now that sounds good, I am in the mood for some tight ass.”

“Hey I didn’t know what would happen this isn’t my fault.” You chase them protesting down the hall. When you get into the computer room however you see an odd message on the sight.

It reads, “Third party detected, integrate? Y/N”