Bastard operator from hell

Lurking in the darkest recesses of an ancient computer center lies an eldritch evil who really hates to have his marathon Doom sessions interrupted.

A ringing phone brings his malign attention to bear upon some snivelling, whiny, computer user who doesn't have the intelligence God gave a box of cake mix.

These are the tales of anguish and woe that befell the clueless gits who were stupid enough to seek his help. They dared call:

The Bastard Operator from Hell