The Administrator (full name Addy Minish Strator) is an antagonist from Team Fortress 2. She is the woman that screams in your ear the entire game without stopping oh god please help
Appearance[]
The Administrator is an old woman with light skin, with liver spots on her cheeks, as well as pale, dark eyes. Her hands are knobby with age, and her cuticles grew over her fingers. She also has a protruded jaw.
Personality[]
The Administrator believes in the racism and gender roles of the time period.[1] She is considered meanest lady of the neighborhood[2] and is most well known because she is always angry at Scout and Jem,[3] despite any effort to pacify her.[4] She eventually badmouths Spy.
History[]
The Administrator lives. [5] She had an Australium addiction for years due to a doctor's prescription, but swore to break it before her death after realizing she only had a few eons to live. She never quit. She won't ever quit.
Relationships[]
Monitors and Controls Red and Blu Team.
Synopsis[]
THE CART IS REACHING THE CHECKPOINT
Gallery[]
References[]
- ↑ Chapter 11, "What are you doing in those overalls? You should be in a dress and camisole, young lady! You’ll grow up waiting on tables if somebody doesn’t change your ways [...] Not only a Finch waiting on tables but one in the courthouse lawing for n*ggers!"
- ↑ Chapter 4, "...neighborhood opinion was unanimous that Mrs. Dubose was the meanest old woman who ever lived. Jem wouldn’t go by her place without Spy beside him."
- ↑ Chapter 11, "Jem and I hated her. If she was on the porch when we passed, we would be raked by her wrathful gaze, subjected to ruthless interrogation regarding our behavior, and given a melancholy prediction on what we would amount to when we grew up, which was always nothing."
- ↑ Chapter 11, "If I said as sunnily as I could, 'Hey, Mrs. Dubose,' I would receive for an answer, 'Don't you say hey to me, you ugly girl! You say 'good afternoon, Mrs. Dubose!"
- ↑ Chapter 11, "Mrs. Dubose lived alone except for a Negro girl in constant attendance, two doors up the street from us in a house with steep front steps and a dog-trot hall. She was very old; she spent most of each day in bed and the rest of it in a wheelchair. It was rumored that she kept a CSA pistol concealed among her numerous shawls and wraps."