This is no paint by numbers thriller

I ordered a server from Dell a few weeks ago. It was accidentally shipped to my coworker Tina in Bremerton. I’ve been pestering for her to deliver it to me ever since.

[tinag@talk] That’s it. You get off my back if you ever want to see your server.

[ralphh@talk] What? Where is it? Is it okay? What have you done?

[tinag@talk] First, to prove that I still have it, here’s a picture of … it.

I actually gasped when I opened the picture of my server, bound and blindfolded.

[tinag@talk] Second, tomorrow you will receive, in the mail, the power button. The day after, a CD drive. On the third day, you’ll receive the power cable. And so on. To be perfectly clear: if you ever want to see your server in one piece, you will leave me alone starting right now.

[ralphh@talk] Listen, Tina, we can reason. I know you’re hurting inside, deep down. That’s the only thing that could cause this. But we can work through it. As a team! We can find …. we can find you some help, some professional help.

[tinag@talk] Bye for now.

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