Tales of the Admins

[Dieter Schprokets]

Dieter sat up to speak to Garrett.

This required all his neurons, being inebriated.

Consequently he wet himself. Minor muscle groups could work things out themselves. To hell with them.

"The jar, you got it?", he asked, suprisingly lucid.

Garrett nodded and began to speak. Dieter stopped him with a blurted explanation.

"It's for your soul. Put soul in jar. Log into server. Do Admin work."

He belched. Wheat beer, apparently. He continued.

"Log out. Take soul back for the evening. Unless you wish to sleep well, in which case, keep it in the jar for the night."

He drifted off.

Garrett thought he said "The horror.."

Maybe "the whore"?

Not certain... Maybe did not matter..

He regarded his jar with some interest...

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