Tales of the Admins

[Blodo]

Deep in the bowels of the ship, in the farthest corner of the engineering section, available only through a set of exceedingly swirly and dangerous catwalks, was the aptly named "worker's lounge". That place, long forgotten and most likely closed down by management, avoided by employees due to rumours of Black Sabbath loving ghosts, would have been inhabited by nothing but rats was it not for the presence of one Person.

The scribbled sign on the door read "Warning: Guard dogs inside", and behind sat the Person, smoking his big cigar and lighting his mops on fire.

- "Welp, it's been weeks and they still haven't found me." - the Person conversed with himself. Or maybe it was the rats?

- "I reckon I really can hide out here forever, they can't make me do any work if they can't find me!"
He uncorked a bottle of scotch, poured himself a glass.

- "Though I swear I could hear them shouting my name up there... Nah, probably just the rats humping in the walls."
He picked up the moderator mop, swiped the floor around him a single time, threw it in the corner and carried on drinking while listening to 80's heavy metal on full volume.

F[color=#C70300]IGHT THE POWER