The Janitor is standing a little back from his board. He is glancing at a thread; perhaps he is considering whether to delete another post, though it is also possible the first ban has not yet been requested. The hand holding the mouse is bent left, towards the template; it is motionless, for an instant, between clicking and fapping. the pale hand is suspended mid-ban, arrested in rapt attention on the janitor's gaze; the gaze in turn is arrested on the post. Between the fine points of the hand and the steely gaze, the post is about to yield up its source.