Functions of a single brain cell

IT guy on phone: Yeah, we had to let Sam* go this weekend. (pause) Yeah, the server’s fixed. (pause) Uh, it’s sort of weird. (pause) Yeah, well… He was on call rotation and got called in. He was high. (pause) He brought ten packs of pasta noodles with him, and jammed each noodle into the mail server intake fan. (pause) Something like that. He said the sound the noodles made against the Delta fans was the sound of the Microsoft demons being cast from the server. (pause) He managed to fill the server case with noodle shrapnel, which made the system overheat. (pause) How would I know if he successfully cast the demons from the server? (pause) No, it’s still booting server 2008, if that’s what you mean.