{Scene – A large server room. Sirens and claxons are going off while red lights flash and illuminate the terrified faces of the sys-admins}
Manager: Dammit Johnson, what in the hell is going on? Johnson: We don't know yet sir. Looks like we're getting a Denial of Service attack, but I've never seen anything on this scale before in my life. Manager: Why are web servers 3 & 4 smoking? Johnson: It looks like they cannot handle the sheer number of requests coming in sir. One of the firewalls has already suffered a digital nervous breakdown, and emergency generators have kicked in to attempt to give enough power to the backbone to handle all the traffic
{another server bursts into flames as technicians furtively attempt to put out the fire. The manager stares at the console with a look of shocked horror on his face}
Manager: My God. I've not seen anything like this since… since… Johnson: Since when sir? Manager: JOHNSON! Can you track the source of the traffic? Johnson: I can try sir. We're using up most of the available CPU time just trying to feed the website and databases but it appears to be coming from some place in Tampa, Fl.
{The manager wipes his brow and stares off into the distance}
Manger: Johnson. Give me the phone. No… the red phone. Johnson: The red phone sir? Oh my God, you mean it's… Manager I'm afraid so
{The manager listens as the phone rings a few times}
Man on Phone: Hello? Manager: Mr. Allen, this is UPS. Please stop hammering the web site. Your 6.8 SPC Upper will be to you on the first as promised. Hitting 'refresh' to see where it is isn't going to make it get there any faster. Oh for Pete's sake, the fiber connection just melted…