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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 15:02:41 GMT -5
"Hehe. I guess so, Kululu." It was an unspoken rule that I use his "stage name" whenever I was beaten. "Bring on the buzzards and space-mutants, then." I slump into the side of the building, reaching into my bag and taking out the computer. "Right..." Tapping the button on his glasses, they sync with the computer. "Data Transfer... on." The screen begins flowing with all the data collected recently. "Search: All-Mart Factory -> Beverages/Carbonated -> Mountain Holler Generic Brand://map:floorlayout.jpeg" The computer responds and brings it up. "Now load Document://all-mart-security-strength.docx"
"Heh. Good news, Kururu. Security here sucks. I've already hacked in. Just tell me what to do now, and we'll be sipping on a cold Mountain Holler in no time."
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 15:12:11 GMT -5
"Hmm, how many trucks do you suppose we'll need for now..? Twelve? Twelve sounds good to me, ke ke." I said with a chuckle. "Just change the shipping orders to send our All-Mart the twelve trucks. There may be some confusion, but with enough hacking we should be able to clear it up now problem."
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 15:15:52 GMT -5
"Hehe. Only twelve? My, Kururu. I'm surprised you don't want the whole warehouse." The clickety-clak of typing on a keyboard goes off for about a minute. "Alright. It's set. Thirteen trucks heading for All-Mart. Right... about... now."
And as if on cue (it really was) trucks began pouring out of the factory parking lot. They were going to the docking stations, and a swarm of employees began loading them up. There was a ton of murmuring going on. They must have been confused. "Heh. And now to program in the order with All-Mart..." More typing noises. "There. It's been said that this was ordered a week ago. When All-Mart checks their records, there should be no confusion." Jeremy closes his laptop with a grin, and holding out his hand to Kururu.
"Another job well done, my Keronian friend."
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Post by Kururu on Jul 13, 2012 15:23:57 GMT -5
"Indeed." I take the boy's hand and shake firmly. I don't often make friends, but when I do they're as smart as I am. I like this. "So shall we head back and get some cold ones?" I ask, calling my UFO back. "When we get back, we can think of something else to mess with. Kee ke ke ke ke ke!" I laughed, jumping onto the UFO and speeding away.
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Post by Jeremy Belpois on Jul 13, 2012 15:38:06 GMT -5
"Heheh... that little frog." I pick up my scooter and follow after Kururu as some of the trucks already begin pulling out. Revving the handlebar like a motorbike, the scooter picks up speed. "Right, Kururu! I have some real work to do, though! I've got something really big planned..."
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