Tales of the Admins

[Jihadjoe]

The battlestar was a mess. Joe's own stack of unfinished paperwork had slowly spread from his desk onto the floor. Not that he minded much. At least the mods had something to sleep on when they finally keeled over from lack of food and exhaustion.

He was just about to unscrew the lid to his jar when the alarms went off. Joe sighed and ran to his antifire seat, plugged himself in and glanced over at Del, who was already in the process of firing healthy sarcasm into the whole situation.

"Sarcasm? Del, you gotta be mental, there's too many of them, subtlety isn't gonna work this time..."

He flicked the safety off on the Metaphorical Blunt Object Cannon and opened fire.

"Damnit" Joe cursed to himself, watching the projectiles falling wide of the mark. He called over to Del who was still laying down covering fire with his Sarcasto-matic 4000.

"DEL!" he yelled over the noise, "OUR JADED OPINIONS JUST AREN'T GOING TO CUT IT. I'M CALLING ALLEY."

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