Plausible… She stopped to stare at her computer screen and the word “plastic” flashing at her.
Backspacing, she retyped and paused to look.
“Pleased able” started back at her.
No wonder my muse doesn’t like me. I hate these conditions, too. Huffing, she tried again. P-l-a-u-s-i-b-l-e. You son of a—
“Pleated bull” flashed.
“Come on, I’ll give you a nice malware scanning if you work with me.” She bent to the task once more, and that time she smiled at seeing “plausible’ on the screen. “Yes! Thank you!”
Pleased, she fist-pumped the air and typed, “deniability.”
“Dental bill” awaited her.