Back at University a tech breh in our squad got the hook up to do that remote shyt and gave us the keys.
We'd hang back in a full comp lab, take over someone's computer, lock 'em out and just slowly type in one of these beefcake websites like Honcho.com or Playgirl and play the first teaser vid we could find before they shut off the monitor in bewilderment or turned off the comp and ran to IT.
Those that didn't know about that shyt damn near had heart attacks wanting to know why the fukk they couldn't move shyt and gay porn was popping up.
shyt, I remember we took control of this one old lady's comp and kept moving the mouse whenever she tried to click on shyt. She spent 10 munites figthing with that shyt before she got up and started blaming Satan.
T'was juvenile bullshyt and I made amends by doing that old lady's comp project for her that same semester...but still, College was fukkery more than half the time.