shes evil (btw im gonna be playing splatoon)

Data: ?

401: Where do you think you're going?

Data: home.

401: And why do you think you can?

*she displays what time it is on her screen, her shift ended a few minutes ago*

*401 snarls*
401: You've been slacking far too much. You work overtime or I'm docking your pay.

Data: I've had far worse jobs, you don't scare me. Ever heard of troll co?

*401 grips data's shoulder and glares*
401: It'd be fairly easy to rip out your circuitry, robot. Do as I say or you're going to the dumpster.

Data: It'd be just as easy for me to activate the sprinkler systems of this place from where I'm standing, I've heard you octolings don't do so well in water >:3

*401 flicks data's screen and walks away*

*data's face reappears for a second and she looks annoyed, then goes back to coding*

401: WORK. NOW.

Data: here's the deal. I'll improve the security of your computers if I get to leave when my shift actually ends, which by now is about ten minutes ago.

(she doesn't do well if she's swimming in it, and besides she's water resistant due to being a hybrid (though water still hurts her, she doesn't die from it))
*401 leans in*
401: Not for me. *she rips out a light from data's ear*
401: Disobey me again, and you will get more than just that.

Data: *sigh* y'know why I'm not scared? Because every single computer in here has almost no protection from hackers... like me

*Every computer screen in the room glows green*

Data: there, now I have a couple hundred backup "bodies"

401: ...If you meet the quota in time, you may.

Data: this'll take like ten minutes, this is common sense stuff to add. By the time I'm done any would-be hacker will get malware if they even try.

*code starts flashing across data's screen with a progress bar at the bottom*

401: Tsk, I have no issue destroying them all. GET BACK TO WORK.

Data: you wouldn't be able to do it fast enough, I'd already be emptying this company's funds before you can even find which computer I'm in

Evander: *trying to type with a regular-sized keyboard, but struggling really badly*
(He's 18'6 and his hands are huge)

401: You're being inefficient. Work better, or you won't leave office. *she glares intimidatingly*
(how would bro fit lol)

Evander: err.... it's not my fault that the equipment is too small for my hands :/

(He probably is either hunched over like a shrimp or just put a giant hole in the floor XD)

401: ...Tsk. *she goes to grab a larger keyboard*

*Evander would wait, looking back at his screen*

*401 returns with the keyboard*
401: Now don't disappoint me.

Evander: thank you
*he'd swap the keyboards, and began working with surprising efficiency after exchanging keyboards*

Tronus: *sitting in some chair in a office*

Dynamo: *tries to leave*

*401 grabs his shirt and growls*
401: Your shift isn't over.

Dynamo: I’m assured that it is

401: You're still far away from meeting your quota. You're not leaving until you do. So STAY.

*He doesn’t respond or even look at her*

*401 glares*
401: Did you hear me? You are STAYING.

Dynamo: How far away am I?

401: 100 documents. GET TO WORK!

Pixel: welp here we go again… WELCOME TO THE UNDERGROUND
[ignore the thing in all caps i was referencing a song]

James: *existing*

*Leaving with a bag of donuts*