Ok, throw me some numbers

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Steve: Hello?
Richard: It's me, Richard.
Steve: sigh It's one-fосking-thirty in the morning, what're you doing calling me?
Richard: Sorry to do it to you, but we have a mother of a virus ripping through a major company file.
Steve: Okay, throw me some numbers.

typing...

Steve: Okay, give me your password.
Richard: My password?
Steve: Out with it!
Richard: Oral сumshot.
Steve: "Oral сumshot"? Yeah, that fits.


screen buzzes

Steve: Ноly ♥♥♥♥! You know there's not too many people around who can develop a sophisticated virus like this one!
Richard: Well can you pull it out for us?
Steve: Well, yeah, but the virus has destroyed 75% of the program already. Why didn't you call me the minute it started attacking?!
Richard: I tried to stop it myself but I couldn't. I didn't wanna have to call you.
Steve: Well if Dal-Tek wasn't so cheap they'd have someone like me on staff full-time. Don't touch anything.

inserts floppy disk

Steve: I'm pulling the virus out.
Richard: Thanks buddy. I mean, I am sorry to call you about this.
Steve: Say Richard, how many people at Dal-Tech had access to this file?
Richard: I'm not sure. Why?
Steve: The virus that's destroying this file didn't come from an outside line. Someone at Dal-Tek placed it there.
Richard: How can you tell that?
Steve: I guess you were sleeping during that chapter, when Ted was training us.


Steve: I dunno, why DID you?
Richard: You're nuts! I - I wouldn't! You just-
Steve: Richard, I know your work.
Richard: Steve, I swear!
Steve: You never learn. You and your little fосking games. sigh Well I hope for your sake this file has a backup.
Richard: Um, it doesn't.


Steve: I think I already know more than I want to.
ejects floppy disk
Steve: Okay, the virus has been transfered onto my disk. I hope you can keep this between us. I won't bill Dal-Tek for this, but if they trace the transfer of the virus to me, I won't cover for ya. Not again. Okay, bye.

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