<Meanwhile at Valve>
"Sir, everything went according to plan, we managed to postpone the Sale"
Gabe: Most excellent. Anyone suspects nothing?
"Yes sir, Number 4230932781 seems to have grasped onto something."
Gabe: That won't do. Terminate.
"Yes Lord Gabe Sir. ALL HAIL HATTANNIA"
Everyone put their TF2 hats on in an ordinate, militaristic way.
Gabe smiled softly, high above from his throne.