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!!”