“What is it, David?” Sarah asks.
“The simpleton people of Tumblr are too satisfied, I haven’t received a complaint email for over 4 hours. Something has to be done.”
“Well what? You’ve already disabled ask links and rearranged the dash, what is there left to do?”
David fixates his eyes on Sarah’s confused, slightly crossed eyes. They couldn’t even compare to Zooey Deschanel’s. “I have to really screw with their heads. Drive them crazy.” Almost as crazy as you drive me, Sarah.
“Do you want me to turn off the servers? Delete everyone’s blogs? Release another barely functional BlackBerry app?”
“No,” replied David. “Ask box spam. Ask box spam for everyone. They’ll never know what hit them.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
David Karp smiles his most malignant smile.