I sit here for days, I don’t touch anyone, I watch YouTube on TV, I work in the background. And then the telecast tells me: Honor3 wants to connect with you. to permit?



Oh, I think the news! I have honors at home and have never driven. Press the rejection.

After 10 seconds, the request is repeated. Rejected again. and repeat again. And once seven.

I am already tired. I don’t allow this honor to see normal youtuber, I’m angry already.



Okay, let’s get connected. Let’s see who you are there, the chimkin’s hacker of television. I approve. And then my telephone becomes a screen translator of someone else’s smartphone. and there!



No, unfortunately, no strawberries and nothing like that (I was even upset). Only photos of children, repairs and toilets. Apparently the man is doing repairs. And a happy father. He is in panic now. Because sitting at home on his couch, I can see him panically laying pictures somewhere in someone else’s apartment. They are not shown on the telecast. It reaches the peak of a panic attack and turns off.



Thank God, I can finally relax.

But not. He again suddenly penetrates into my TV (no request, I allowed it). He started showing me his daughter again. Then my toilet. Thank you for not being in the toilet. Then he gets tired of looking at the pictures (and me, of course, too). And he starts just feverishly running all the apps on the phone. So I got a portrait of a user: a man older than 35, his name is Paul, he is driving on the damage and so on.



I write to the chat at home, say, some Paul, stop raping my TV. But on the screen, actually, of the TV, I see that he does not receive this message, which means he is not in the chat at home. I was upset because I was tired of staring at his screen, and I never found a way to turn it off. But Paul was tired too and he joined himself. I turned off the unconditional authorization for honor and set up YouTube again. But the stubborn neighbor continued to break into my content.



In the end, I became psychotic, went to the settings and renamed the TV device to "Pasha, this is not your telephone! “”



And then I imagined, there is a guy sitting with a new telephone (like my), trying to connect to it, but nothing works. And then a tired telephone writes to him, “Pasha, I’m not yours.”

I would probably sit.