The Help Desk sends a tech to troubleshoot Sarah's computer.
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| Courage, my dear. Courage aged to perfection in a fine oak barrel. | |
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| I wonder if he is a paper MCSE? | |
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| Does she know I got my certfication through unholy means? | |
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| The woman knows too much, my master, shall I kill her? | |
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| No, I wish to toy with her before I claim her soul! | |
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