jacob login:. welcome root. oh one two seven one eight three two. patch upload complete. sendmail compile in five four three two one.
wh1t3rabb1+: Hatter, you still online?
hatterm: Yeah, Rabbit. What's up?
wh1t3rabb1+: Not much, dullsville in server city tonight.
hatterm: Um...... ok?
wh1t3rabb1+: So, entertain me, man!
hatterm: Your dead end job. Not my problem. Besides, I'm kinda busy here.
wh1t3rabb1+: Do tell?
hatterm: I do have a life offline.
wh1t3rabb1+: So why are you typing right now?
hatterm: She's not here yet, and besides, I thought (foolishly!) that you might have wanted something important. Something related to the game.
wh1t3rabb1+: Game, shame, tame the lame, and does this SHE have a name?
hatterm: Not one you'd recognize.
wh1t3rabb1+: And what about our young friend with a penchant for blue gingham dresses and leather jackets? Does she know you're making late night tea with strange women?
hatterm: Why would she care?
wh1t3rabb1+: Oh, I doubt she would. But the question is, does she know?
hatterm: How would she? Some of us don't tweet our lives away. Speaking of: not a word of this!
wh1t3rabb1+: And why not? We've established no one cares.
hatterm: Yeah, well, my private life is, well, private.
wh1t3rabb1+: That's rich!
hatterm: I'd think a paranoid security freak would be sympathetic.
wh1t3rabb1+: Right, one who tweets his life away? I'm all about public things being as public as possible and private things being totally private. You texting your date makes it public.
hatterm: Whatever
wh1t3rabb1+: Anyway, compile's finished. Gotta reboot the email server. Don't do anything with her that I wouldn't!
hatterm: Dude, you're gay.
wh1t3rabb1+: And you could only be so lucky. Seriously, though. When the other she finds out, heads will roll. She might not care, but she cares, if you take my meaning. And even if you don't, I'm outta here )
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