Previously, on The Fantabulous Adventures of Mark and Bill: Mark and Bill, having been accosted by murderous cows and monkeys in another level of hell, took refuge in a barn where they found equipment to repair the TARDIS (i.e. they found a laptop loaded with Linux) and were able to pilot the TARDIS out of hell! We now join Mark and Bill, just outside an ice cream shop:

Mark and Bill strolled into the ice cream parlor, expecting the worst...

"Ohh, Ice Cream, excellent! I'll take a small waffle cone, with vanilla ice cream and some jimmies." Bill said, stepping over spilled waffle cone batter.

"Yes!" Exclaimed Mark, "We finally made it out of hell!"

"Did you say 'Jimmies'? Everyone knows they're called 'sprinkles'!!" said Truman indignantly.

Steve Jobs nodded in agreement, "Yes, very right Truman. Who the devil are you two? How dare you interrupt my plan?"

Bill turned around, and his smile vanished as he eyed Jobs wearily, "I think you spoke too soon, Mark, my friend..."

*** MEANWHILE IN HELL ****

Let us recall that Steve had been eating vanilla ice-cream with the grim determination he reserved for trying to put Microsoft out of business, owing to Truman's insolent substitution of Plan 8 for Plan B. His nausea was increasing second by second- he looked at his feet then closed his eyes, trying to get a grip, swallowing regularly. When he opened them to a close-up of Bill's ugly face, he lost what little control he had and vomited all over Bill (and in fact himself). Without saying a word, Bill fastened his hands over Steve's neck, giving Steve no chance to recover. The look of disgust on Bill's face was slowly breaking into a smile as Steve made a deep-throated and very unusual gurgling noise.

It was at this moment that an angered cop entered, having been alerted to the TARDIS blocking the traffic outside and looking for those responsible for it. All eyes turned to him, and Truman thought better of his plan to attack Mr Gates.

*** BACK IN THE ICE CREAM PARLOR ***, that is- sorry folks