Watch! Winding lines wrap the width of warehouses as workers and women wait warily, worrying and wringing hands, wondering whether websites were wrong. Wherein we whisk white boxes away, wishing we win the war this weekend. Writhe as wrapping is wrested, wrathful words are written, and wagers withdrawn. Will we witness wanking? Whining? Whoring? Without a doubt. Well, whatever.
You may call me Wii.