Adventures @ The Comic Book Sci-Fi Convention

So I'm wandering around this delightful geekfest when I spot one of the many "enticements" for these types of things: a Playboy model, surrounded by copies of her naked photos and magazine spreads. Surprisingly, she's alone. I walk up casually and notice that she's got a pissed-off expression on her face. Of course, I think smugly. No one's paying attention to her and she's furious. Ha ha. I give her a fake smile and ask her how she's doing. "Oh, OK." She replies. "Sorry, I'm a bit distracted at the moment. How are you?" Taken aback at her niceness, I ask if she's having an OK time at the convention. "Yeah, it's been fine, but I made up a stack of magnets to give out as business cards, and someone grabbed the entire pile of them when I wasn't looking! That's $500 bucks down the hole."
"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said.
She leaned forward and whispered: "I hope the little fuckers put them too close to their computer and it fries their hard drive."