DAMNIT, JANE. TOPHER DID NOT ENJOY BEING OUTSMARTED.
After twenty minutes of futilely searching, punctuated by occasional swearing and kicking things at walls, Topher had no choice but to sulk and abandon his mission.
Until a comment popped up on his story complimenting the Othello allusions, and, aghast that someone had had the nerve to alter his masterpiece, he was right back to searching and kicking things at the wall again.
Finally he thought he might've found the port the intruder was coming from, and fired off an eloquent IRC message.
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Date: 2011-11-07 06:46 pm (UTC)After twenty minutes of futilely searching, punctuated by occasional swearing and kicking things at walls, Topher had no choice but to sulk and abandon his mission.
Until a comment popped up on his story complimenting the Othello allusions, and, aghast that someone had had the nerve to alter his masterpiece, he was right back to searching and kicking things at the wall again.
Finally he thought he might've found the port the intruder was coming from, and fired off an eloquent IRC message.
WHO ARE YOU!?!/??!?1