Tales of the Admins

[Fellow Hoodlum]

Hoodlum wandered back into the main corridor, after a few months of searching he had finally found the
missing vending machine. This had unaccountably skipped a dimension into what was usually described as
'The Real World'. Not a place for the faint hearted. The old place had hardly changed, apart from the usual
communication problems, in which Cannon was neck deep again.

"Damn machinery, mind of it's sodding own." he muttered, to no one in particular.

Vending machines were of course known for their extraordinary and inexplicable ability to take the product
of the humble coffee bean, and turn it into something so undrinkable, it defied logic on all levels. But for some
odd reason, no centre of administration anywhere in the known universe would function without one ...
This had stumped the best scientific minds for decades, they were in fact closer to cracking The Theory of
Grand Unification, than getting to grips with this particular minor problem.
Apparently it fell into the little known 'Whatever Principle' ...

"Cannon, would a coffee help ? Sorry I can't do anything else, that conduit is a teensy bit cramped for
the two of us."

A lazer soldering iron narrowly missed his left ear, and clattered to the floor.

"I'll take that as a 'no' then."

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Some say he is a proud member of: "The most paranoid group of people in the Community."