There's a bright fire burning.. another board from the CT Teams ready room feeds the flames. around the bonfire, slowly, one page at a time; the porked arena tables and Kurt Tanks LW diary "Mein Peifspats ist in Santa's Grossen Arshe" are being fed into the flames. in the background, the mob howls... "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!"
"really guys... the GOOD saved tables were right THERE (points at melting CPU Box in the bonfire) .. put 'em there myself... " Sabre backs even closer to the fire, the mob begins to move forward..
"OFF WITH HIS HEAD!!" the crowd hollers. again and again..
"WE WANT THE CT FIXED, THE TABLES SAVED SOMEPLACE HTC CAN'T MESS WITH 'EM AND SABRES HEAD JUST FER YUCKS!!" yells the crowd..
Just then... when it was certain that sabre and the CT Team were about to tossed into the bonfire a calm voice of reason speaks.. the crowd falls silent, leaning in to catch the soft-spoken words..
"Nah.. Sabre and the resta the damn useless CT guys work 20 hours a day on this stuff without pay or thanks... hell; no good deed should go unrewarded... OFF WITH HIS BLEEDIN HEAD, THEN BURN THE RESTA 'EM!"
Yer toast buddy.
