A Taste of Fiction

It was a dark and stormy night. I was just sitting there minding my own business when out of the blue, as I was waiting for my computer to perform a single, simple function, came a tap on the window. As I set up straighter and turned my chair for a direct view of a most unusual sight.
The vision before me was Justin Deaver and Jay Cutler. Just before I turned back to my computer to witness the last of its life I heard these two voices in unison, "High Grandad".
Tomorrow, with my new computer operating near the speed of light, I won't have time to turn toward visions in the night. Boy, am I disappointed. I have some really good dreams stored up.