“Just, like, put him anywhere. I’ll deal with it in a second,” the Admin ordered dismissively, waving his hand at the two underlings like he was swatting away flies. He was hunched over a terminal, it’s flourescent green light forcing him to squint.

The two underlings looked at each other and shrugged, tossing the frozen coder they’d been carrying into the chemical bath. That was where he was going to end up anyways, what did it matter? That being done, they both quickly skittered out of the way of the admin, who was typing furiously on the terminal now.

“Look man, I shouldn’t have to explain to you why putting community secrets down here is a bad thing,” the admin grumbled, shaking his head at the files on the terminal, “This stuff is proprietary! ‘Shrek SMG’, ‘Leltastic HUD’, ‘Lenny Face Playermodel’, ‘Customizable Butt Hat’...”

He sweeps up the crowbar he’d placed on the desk earlier, reaching below the terminal and pulling out the case, laying it on the table and prying open the side panel. The monitor went dark as the PC itself was unplugged.

“You were under contract,” he continued through grit teeth, strained as he tried to yank out the hard drive with the crowbar, “The deal was that we give you a nice membership package,” a grunt as he’d broken off the hard drive, “and we redistribute your stuff on our servers.”

Tossing the crowbar aside, he pulled out the drive, wires and all, laying it on the desk. He turned around to face the coder in the bath, the admin shook his head and exasperatedly rubbed his cheek, “Now look what you’ve done. Now our ♥♥♥♥ is in this backwards hellhole, on who knows how many terminals.”

The coder rolled his eyes, otherwise unable to move.

“Oh for ♥♥♥♥’s sake, they didn’t even unmute you? Damn it, these people are so just…” The admin sighs, looking at his floor and tapping his foot. His head shaking seemed to habitual at this point, “Fine, fine. Taunting you isn’t going to be as fun with you gagged or whatever. Speak.”

The muscles in the coder’s face thawed, and he sputtered out a few slurs before finally speaking properly, “It’s my ♥♥♥♥, I can do what I want with it. Besides, it’s not like you’re gonna be able to find all of my uploads. I have so many accounts you can’t even…”

The admin feigned a complacent smile, nodding sarcastically, “Oh, that’s nice. Might I remind you that you betrayed the community,” his fingers curled into air quotes, “which means that the community is dealing with the issue as we speak. You and all your little friends or accounts or whatever are done. Kaput. It’s over man, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥ up.”

“Are you seriously gonna tear down a whole block of the workshop just to deal with my addons?!” the coder exclaimed, his eyes widening, “that’s insane! There’s so much quality stuff out there, and you could use it on your servers for free…”

“Quality?” The admin pointed out the window at the grimy, filthy scene outside, “That’s what you call quality?! It’s just dupes and saves and whatever else. Besides, if it’s on the workshop, every server can have it! Our community is unique, or don’t you get that?!”

The coder looked incredulous, his mouth opening and closing like a fish, before he finally managed a retort, “So you’re just going to hack all these creators accounts and delete their ♥♥♥♥? They’ll just make new accounts and post their stuff on those…”

The admin rolled his eyes and turned back to the terminal and throwing it on the ground. It’s monitor shattered, tossing glass and silicon to every corner of the room, “Damn you are just a whole ‘nother level of stupid aren’t you? No,” he starts to snicker, “No, our actually loyal coders have been cooking up a nice little computer virus to deal with their hard drives. We’ll put it up on the workshop as, like, a map or something and it’ll eat out their data as soon as they download it- and we’ll make sure they have it subscribed or whatever. Something like that. I don’t ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ know.”

“You seriously think that’s going to-”

“Muted! That’s enough, you’re blubbering is over. You’re getting banned, your friends are getting banned. That’s it. Whether it be ‘computer viruses’ or steam support. It’s over!” the admin shouts, frustrated by the coder’s confusion. At least he could no longer speak. The admin turned back to the bath, and stepped over to it. Carefully, he cranked up the hot water knob.

He grinned down at the frozen coder, and then spun his head to the door, “Hey, bring in the chemicals guys, I’m done in here!”