A/N: Ha ha..new chappie. I hope you all enjoy. My muse attacked me for this story (she's so violent), so expect more pretty quickly.

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-Staffordshire, England-

Mail got his very first computer out of nowhere. He'd seen it sitting in a junk shop that he and his mother went by on their walks. It was old, covered in dust, and obviously no longer in use. Mail wasn't sure what it was about the old heap that amused him. He just knew that it did.

The junk shop man had seen two yea old Mail eying in for nearly 2 weeks. He resolved to say something to Mail's mother about giving it away cheap. So, the next time Mail and his mother strolled by, the junk man was ready for them.

"Ma'am," he said in his politest tones. "Ma'am, I've seen your little 'un eying this old box for quite some time now. I think he's quite taken with it."

Mail giggled. The man pronounced 'think' like the word 'fink'. Mail's mother arched an eyebrow at him, and he gazed up at her, thoughtful. At some length, he spoke.

"I do like that computer, sir," Mail said.

The man was clearly taken aback by Mail's clear diction. He stared for a moment at Mail, and then a slow grin spread across his face. He looked to Mail's mother for a decision.

Mail's mother turned to him. "Do you like enough to want to own it, sweetheart?" she asked her son.

Mail considered the question very seriously. His mother smiled and brushed his coppery locks out of his eyes. Mail developed the most adorable line on his forehead when he was thinking, and she liked to kiss it sometimes, to try and get him to be less serious.

After some time, Mail answered. "Yes, I would like to own it. But it isn't going to be in one piece for long."

Mail's mother smiled and bought the machine for him straightaway, calling it an 'early Christmas present'. And Mail, always true to his word, had the thing disassembled as soon as they'd returned to the house.