apologies to the BOFH
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<click>
"Hello, IT support, what's the problem now?"
"Is that Mr. Simon Tr..."
"Woah! NO NAMES, this is an unsecured line! Who's calling?"
"This is Ringotts, the jewellers in the high street, we're just checking up on a few er, unusual orders..."
"OK then, this is he, now what orders are we talking about?"
"The ones for 50 each of every item in the expensive wtaches section....amongst others."
"Yeah, those are legit, can you give the goods to that pimply chap I sent round with a wheelbarrow please?"
<some time later>
"So let me get this straight, you suddenly discovered you had been left umpteen millions by some obscure dead third cousin you'd never heard of before? You jammy git."
"No need to be bitter." <smirk> "Speaking of which, I tell you what, I'll buy the first round down the pub at lunchtime, soon as you've finished stacking those boxes of Rolexes"
"Hmmm, how VERY generous. You must have spent the best part of several million just on Amazon this morning. I never realised how many different credit cards you had." <suspicious glare>
"OK, I'll buy ALL the drinkies, just this once."
<in the pub, after a couple of pints>
"When I got in this morning, how long had you been at your desk?"
"Oh, I was here all night."
"All night! You never do overtime unless there's some VERY good reason....so do spill the beans."
"Listen, oh pimply one, when you need to break the password protection on two discs full of extremely useful data, it sometimes takes a little longer than one working day....."