I lay down on it and reached over to my bedstand to grab my laptop.
I kept on using my laptop, though I got a skin-crawly feeling when I used it.
Crash -- I'd always dreamt of killing a laptop with a hammer, and here I was doing it.
Rip off my laptop, smash it with hammers and soak it in sea-water.
She packed up her laptop and stepped out into the parking lot.
He had backed up his laptop to his watch that morning, so his data was safe.
So she picked up her laptop and started to work through her mountain of email.
His laptop rang and he screwed in his headset and started talking to Tjan.
“You must be Perry,” she said, setting the laptop down and giving him an unexpected hug.
No mic, but at least he could pair it with his laptop for sound.