A sailor on the quayside, singing a shanty, the origins of which he does not, in fact, fully understand:

We went to sea in a virtual boat
On tides that flowed and ebbed-oh!
Your anchors sink
Our anchors link
And all our toes are Webbed-oh!
And all our toes are Webbed-oh!

We went to sea on a virtual boat,
That pitched and rolled and yawed us
Its rats were mice
We clicked 'em twice
And got download times that bored us.
And got download times that bored us!