} Mullog: Not fair! Not fair, not in the riddle RFC!
} Oblib once again looked around the sub-basement for an exit sign.
} He just had to get away from this horrid skinny uber-geek with
} his greasy hair, horn rims and pocket protector. Oh if only he
} hadn't got lost on his way to CS 101! And this inane riddle game!
} It had started out nice enough. . .
} Mullog: If youses can answer me riddle I'll show you out of the
} sub basementses!
} What has root, can be nobody,
} Is in charge of pruning the trees,
} Out, out it's tummy goes
} And yet never up it grows?
} That one was easy. Mullog screamed when Oblib answered "A sys
} admin". Then Mullog demanded Oblib ask a riddle. What choice did
} Oblib have?
} Oblib: Thirty bright white things in a cold hall,
} First they're in line,
} Then they whine,
} Then they stand still.
} It took Mullog awhile, but he answered "CS students reading their
} test scores off the Professor's bulletin board" correctly. Then
} it was Mullog's turn.
} Mullog: It cannot be deleted, it you can not cat,
} Cannot be made executable like an .exe or a .bat
} It swallows tail and head,
} An empty hole that some dread.
} Its mounted after the first process and follows after,
} devours files, logs and a large oaken rafter.
} Well, the oaken rafter part was pure BS, but still Oblib knew the
} answer was "/dev/null", this bugged Mullog. Then Oblib asked one.
} Oblib: A box without Windows, pgp-keys, or a first person shooter
} by id,
} An oldie, a treasure we thought as a kid.
} Mullog answered quickly, "A Commodore 64!", then it was time for
} his last riddle, though he didn't know it at the time.
} Mullog: Alive with dog breath,
} As old as death;
} Always coffee thirsty, ever beer drinking,
} Reading email, never thesis thinking.
} Oblib: A grad student!
} Mullog screamed at Oblib's quick reply and then demanded that Oblib
} ask another riddle. But Oblib was all tuckered out and all he could
} come up with was...
} Oblib: What's in my packet?
} That's when the trouble started. . .