The rain pattered on the roof of the old factory in the Mapping district, it's ceiling long destroyed by centuries (well ok, a year or two) of brain rot.
Cuc walked quietly to the center of the building and shouted, "Deverz, you want me . . . here I am!"
"DEATH FROM ABOVE!"
Deverz fell from the rafters, ban saber at the ready and sliced downward. Cucumba deftly rolled out of the way and lifted his own ban saber in defense.
"I'm suprised you could block that on 56k old man."
"I played Doom on 14.4 . . . lag is nothing I am not prepared to deal with . . . time and packets have no meaning when you are enlightened."
"Right, I'm bored, nuff talk, fight me or die . . ."
Cuc made a face not entirely unlike this one =-=> :\
The two mighty admins clashed, ban sabers screaching angrily as they met. Dev used long powerfull strikes, alternating high and low, while Cucumba used short measure blows, and constantly evaded certain IP blocking. Cucumba finally broke the chain of misery by jumping off of an old version of worldcraft. He flipped over Deverz's head and landed with a grin on his face.
Deverz's cheek was burned. Deverz's face was flush with anger. The dog of war quickly retaliated with unbridaled fury.
"That's it Deverz, release your hate . . ."
"

I hate everything already dip****."
"Oh yeah!"
Dev used the opening to kick Cuc in the balls, Cucumba grimaced as Dev carved his name in Cucumba's Admin Knight robes.
"Heh, burnt pickle smells kinda like ass!"
;/ Cucumba gave Dev the Admin's Eyebrow ;/
Cuc kicked Dev in the solar plexus knocking his ban saber flying.
*pffffffff paaaaahhhhhhhhhh*
"Deverz, Deverz, I am your daddy."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!"