All is well as our hero types away feverishly on his keyboard, completely focused and intent on the task at hand. Suddenly, the peace is shattered by an all too familiar sound. Abruptly he stops his typing and inclines his head slightly to the right. He hears the sound again and confirms to himself that his old enemy has returned. In a flash he is up from his chair. Instinctively his hand goes to his weapon. It's time to end this rivalry once and for all!
The hunt begins. It moves over moor and mountain, across streams and valleys (or at least from living room to kitchen). After tracking his prey throughout the main floor, it makes a critical error and enters the downstairs bathroom. As the hunter closes the door he speaks to his worthy opponent: "I'm sorry my friend, you've made a terrible mistake. There is no way out of this room for you now." And then in a sickening moment, it's done. On the floor lies the crumpled mass of a once proud and mighty....fly.
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