It's a long way down...
(FADEIN to a small bedroom, where Harold A. Lombourgh sits in a leather office chair in front of another computer monitor, which serves as the only illumination in the room. The sound of his typing runs into one long rainstorm as his enormous frame barely moves.)
HAL: "The true beauty of obscure Japanese programming language Ruby lies in its simplicity... in its syntactic perfection. The way it... rationalizes... the active database record model and allows the developer to truly shine... I mean, c'mon, the each operator! The scaffold generators! Forms which automatically retrieve HTML information and dump it into a developer-defined model. Almost makes me teary-eyed just lookin' at it.
"Much like the beauty of the obscure nobody with which you are now faced, Ice Cold... or whatever it is you're calling yourself these days.
"Unlike those I have met so far... I have no need to speak of the respect I falsely believe I've earned from other obscure men. I have even less need to concern myself with your... absurdly... ridiculous past. It is not my problem, buddy.
"My problem... is that I'm surrounded by fools. No matter which way I turn.
"I know the type. Big bullies in high school, right? Tough guys. I knew a few. Me? Personally, I'd rather add save-game abilities to the TI-82 version of Drug Wars. I wasn't exactly the cool kid.
"Problem is... "
(He finally turns around and sits up, his enormous, muscular frame clearly too big for the overworn white button-down shirt, and two-pants-size-too-small black pants and dirty white socks with sandals)
HAL: "Guys like you, well, you're not terribly smart. You think to yourself, 'Gee, well this guy's kind of a nerd, so I should kick his ass!' Typical bully, y'know? Some poor dumb bastard comes up to me, and, well, y'know... things can get a little ugly.
"See, you can't roleplay a 42nd level dwarf without a few people messing with you. But each mess got cleaned up, didn't it. Just like last week.
"Just like now. You, Ice Cold? I think you don't know what you're getting yourself into. You THINK you're something you aren't. Real pain-pleasure guy, right? Yeah... right. I get it.
"Won't matter much, though... not to me. Because I am the kernel... everything runs through me. Whether or not you're enjoying getting your ass thrown around the ring doesn't make much of a difference when I end this program.
"Because that's its inevitably conclusion... every program must end. Every new encounter must eventually be X'ed out.
"And that, my friend, as we say in the biz... is when it's time.. for Control... Alt... Delete."
(FADEOUT.)