Whoopsie Daisy
"Whoops," the man said and pulled his hands away from the keyboard.
She placed her coke on the table. "Whoops? This is not the time for whoopsies, John."
"Um... I may have fried someone's brain," the man said panicking.
"You what?" She yelped and sat on her workstation across him. "Did you mirror all the servers?" She demanded while tapping furiously.
"Yes."
"Reroute traffic to the dummy DNS?"
"Yes..."
"Spoof our IPs, plus a few thousand more to throw them off our-"
"Yes Daisy! Yes I did all that, it's not... I dunno." He sighed and started sweating like the can of coke across the desk.
She had her angry frown on. "For f***s sake man, we had it all planned down to the last..." She nodded. "No, it doesn't seem like you f****d up..." she mumbled.
"Daisy, I-"
"I to
