The two agents immediately collapsed onto the floor the moment they were in their response center.
"That was terrible!"
"I need to scrub my mouth out with something," Cris groaned. "The grammar, the terrible grammar..."
"You weren't the one crying tears of blood!" Myall wailed. She was using the edge of her sleeve to rub at her eyes, trying to get the remaining quickly drying blood out of her eyelashes and away from her tear ducts.
"I feel so unclean. What the frak happened?"
A polite cough coming from near the console caught their attention. Techno-Dann was screwing the side panel back on.
Cris immediately shoved herself off the floor. "What are you doing to our console?"
"Fixing it," said the technician. "The readings from your console were going through the roof."
"What?" Myall stared at the console. She got up, on uneasy legs. "I fixed that!"
"Yeah, after I unplugged the toaster."
"I was wondering about that," Dann said. "The Department of Dead Author Electricity Generation experienced a voltage spike just before your console recieved the mission call. Normally, the TVSS would catch it, but it looks like the console's surge protector was already experiencing some problems because its VDR had been abused to the point of failure. Beyond that, for whatever reason the thyristors in there were looping in on themselves, so the genre and style regulator board failed. I just managed to lock it to 'PPC', but we can't afford the downtime required to replace the components that need it, so don't agitate it."
Cris blinked. "Uh. Can you repeat that in simple English?"
"Your console went boom because you were melting spoons in a toaster. Don't do that anymore, and don't hit your console unless you want to experience it even more."
"See, Cris-y," Myall started, "This is all your fault, and-"
Dann turned to Myall. "And you aren't allowed to poke around in the Console anymore. It was a nightmare trying to find everything in there."
"Now that that's sorted out, I'm heading back to DoSAT; Makes-Things is probably waiting for my report." With that, Dann left.
The two agents looked at each other.
"This was your fault."
"What do you mean, it was my fault, he just said-"