Crabcustard

[potioncat]

The coding machine at Potioncat's desk began to rattle and shake. 
There was a high pitched whine and suddenly great globs of grey goo 
splattered around the office. Some were drenched but a few managed to 
avoid any at all. It was giving off a distinct odor of stale seafood.

"CRAB CUSTARD!" Miss Havisham announced.

Potioncat nodded, keeping up her pace, much to Miss Havisham's 
surprise. Some of the staff were looking a bit green, but others 
seemed to actually like the mounds of custard.

"OK! That's it! I'm done for the day!"

Miss Havisham quickly looked at her automatic counter, "Your batch 
isn't finished."

"It is for today! Nine, count them, nine Elkins T-Bay posts. All of 
them about the Crouch family. And it's not pretty. Half way through 
them, I thought, OK, this would make a very interesting book. By the 
time I was done, it was a book!" She looked around the room. A few 
coders were nodding.

"They know what I mean, I think this thread goes on for a while. 
Torture, painful deaths, ghosts, angst..." Potioncat sees that some 
of the staff have eager looks on their faces and she thinks she heard 
the upstairs door creak. "It's post 47927, here's a link:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/HPforGrownups/message/47927
Enjoy! Oh, by the end I was skimming the content, feel free to re-
code anything."

Miss Havisham shook her head, better to let Potioncat have a mental 
health break, "Too much CRAB CUSTARD for you, then?"

Potioncat shook her head, "I did my best. I stuck it out. I even sent 
a note to Alla to tell her about the string of Elkins' posts. She 
does such a good job of starting up new discussions of it. But then, 
when I was finally out of the T-BAY...someone compared Severus Snape 
to...to...to Daffy Duck!"

And with that, Potioncat was gone.