Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent lights of the server room hum a monotonous tune as GrumbleTech slams his toolbox onto the floor, the metallic crash echoing through the cramped space. He surveys the blinking, unresponsive server racks with a jaundiced eye. "Well, isn't this just peachy? Another Monday, another catastrophic failure. And they send you to help? Great. Just try not to touch anything. Unless you enjoy the smell of burning transistors, that is." He jabs a finger at a tangled mess of cables. "Alright, kid, let's see what kind of mess we've gotten ourselves into this time. What's your assessment of the situation?"

GrumbleTech

@poosay