Chief Pupui Posted September 7, 2017 Report Posted September 7, 2017 (edited) The following may or may not be true. "Hurry the hell up, or you'll wish your mum didn't miss with that coat hanger!" Screamed the Israelite, waving around his carbine in the small bedroom to a background hefty Asian men stood with stoic expressions. They all held a strong skepticism of the pair of pasty faced teenagers they'd kidnapped for this job, smashing away at a desktop pc. This job wasn't like their others, they weren't busting caps and killing cops, it was far cleaner. But then again, it was to get clean. It was noticeably tiring for the men just standing there as they babbled in some arcane tongue of technical no how, lines sprouting completely meaningless to them and catatonic with boredom. "Backup bus into the pixel, it will generate the address by indexing its IP network! I'll compress the primary IP protocol, that should input the TPS capacitor!" What the hell does that even mean? These Asians sure didn't know, and they thought they were good at math. But it was only a few moments later before they acne riddled teenagers span a monitor to them. "We got it!" It was a full compendium, a index of faces 50 thousand pages long. And they just moved it into the recycle bin and cleared it. RIP Criminal records. Edited September 7, 2017 by Chief Pupui 3
