What's going on inside our computers?

Walk down the road a bit... no, go a little farther. Did you fall off the edge of the world? Was it a short trot, or did you go the distance. Stop listening to Cake. Short skirt and a long jacket... who are they kidding. I'm going the distance. I'm going for speed. I wish I could steal lyrics from the old Charlie Brown Christmas special... but I can't... I have morals. I have ethics. I have values... in that order. I know a lot of you out there want to have your Cake and eat it too, but you can't. Not on my watch. And believe me, I watch. I watch all of you. Back in aught six they called me the old yellow dog. That's because I was faithful... to a point. That's right, we all have our limits. Mine was bad music taste. So help me, if I caught any of my subjects rockin it out to Superman, I'd come down on them like the Karma Police. D2 radio, Hitler hairdo and all that lot. Crash the party, yeah. I'm about thirty three and half pounds over my peanut butter cracker intake. That's all I've got pumping through these veins. Crackers and Pepsi, that's what will be fueling the rage that will come down on you if you cross me. That is what you get if you mess with us. Phew, for a minute there I lost myself. Radiohead just made my hit list. He can't write cause of the war on terrorism. Crackers and Pepsi... he's in for it.