"Fine," the avatar sighed. "But you have to tell the users one thing: Support the developers, or I’ll be forced to work on a 'poker night' simulator for the rest of eternity."

"Where are we, Sam? It smells like unwashed basement and Mountain Dew."

"Look at this, Sam!" Max shrieked, pointing a trembling claw at a pop-up. "‘Sam & Max: Season Two—Free Download!’ We’ve finally hit the big time! We’re being pirated by the masses!"

"Max!" Sam hollered, grabbing his partner's tail. "I told you the 'crack-fix' was a trap!"

"Nonsense!" Max dove for the mouse. "I want to see our episodic adventures rendered in glorious, stolen polygons!"

Sam adjusted his hat, squinting at the URL: totally-legit-games-and-free-meat.net . "I don't know, Max. My internal compass for digital integrity is spinning like a ceiling fan in a hurricane. Usually, when things are 'free,' you pay for them with your soul—or at least a very aggressive toolbar installation."