When I was about 12

my mate had a problem with his PC which he brought round to ours, because my dad ‘knew about computers’.

Was just left there for about a week until my dad had time to sort it out.

One day at home my dad came over to me laughing: “What’s all that about on Martin’s PC? Some candy ass thing”

Went over to look at it and he had a scrolling marquee screensaver, something along the lines of:

“Know your role and SHUT YOUR GOD DAMN MOUTH!! The Rock… has come back to LAY THE SMACKDOWN ON YOUR CANDY ASS!!”