Recently a friend had a fire in his telephone room. As we pieced through the ashes afterwards I came across his Meridian IOUD/C Security Device... amazingly unsinged!!! As I lifted it up strange words glowed across its edge. The word were of the ancient and confusing tongue of Nortel NTP's which I shall not utter here but in common tongue they read:
Three rings for the Telecom-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Service Providers in their halls of stone,
Nine for mortal Meridian Techs doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord Fletch in his dark cubicle
In the land of Nortel where the Shadows lie.
One ring-tone to rule them all, one ring-tone to find them,
One ring-tone to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Nortel where the Shadows lie. I was skeptical of the words at first but I was attacked shortly there-after by a Phone-Wraith in a black rusty service van. I was nearly run through with a BIX-blade but a kindly Motorlola repairman rescued me and took me to safety. So now I pass this information on to you. Meanwhile, I now seek out the fires of Belleville, Ontario to return the Security Device to place where it was forged! Wish me luck!
SD