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| Hi, Obs. I've been waiting for you. Take a seat, we have to talk. | |
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| Is something wrong, Mr. Beelze? | |
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| I was rooting the office network this morning, when I stumbled across a folder in the 'customer' directory, containing over a gig of pornographic material. | |
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| I can explain everything, Mr. Beelze. You see, Dave and I.. | |
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| I don't need your two-bit lies, Obs; I've heard them all before. What I want YOU to explain, is how you managed to get the password from my personal files to access and distribute this material! | |
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