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[[Ki is sitting at her computer workstation. The monitor is barely visible. Fooker is holding a piece of paper. Ki whips her head around as she attempts to deny the accusation.]]
Ki: "Pookel"? Why, no, I don't have a login called "pookel"...
Fooker: Funny, the server logs say otherwise...

[[The paper is densely covered with computerese.]]
Fooker: Someone's been going through the firewall to an IRC server using the user name "Pookel." I did a DNS lookup and traced it back to your IP address ...

[[Ki has turned fully around in her chair. Fooker points at the paper.]]
Ki: I... er... It's not me. I swear!
Fooker: The logs, Ki! The logs never lie!