a slouching, angry shuffle one does when faced with totally absurd and totally deabilitating computer problems, e.g. e-mails being sent to Hell instead of your friend, and printers inking up whole pages with random symbols instead of an essay. Often done with one's head down, eyes squinted, fists clenched and teeth bared, all the while muttering vauge obsenities involving Bill Gates and an ice pick.
"Whoa, do you see Kenny over there? I think he just gave that co-ed a scare."
"Well, you know how he is when he laufs."