Golam never finished the sentence. A video flash took over his screen. Some direct marketer had broken through and tapped into his wire again:

"HEY! GOLEM MONSTER! HAVE I GOT A CODEX FOR YOU! IT'S CALLED SICK-O AND IT'S READY TO RIP YOUR DESIRE TO SHREDS! NO CLITS ANDS OR BIG FLABBY BUTTS! THIS HOT STUDEBAKER OF BRONCO-BABES IS THE VEHICLE OF PLEASURE YOU'VE JUST BEEN DYING TO DRIVE! COME SURF THIS OCEAN OF UNLIMITED SEXUAL EXPERIENCE BEFORE IT ALL FREEZES UP! GET IT? GOT IT? GOOD! GOOD AS GOLD! WORTH A MINT! BETTER THAN YOUR NEXT ECO-TRIP! WHAT WILL YOU NAME HER?!"