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Fair? I'm evil, am I?
As the Lawyers attack you know that you don't have any chances left!
You hit ctrl+alt+del three times and speak the words of power "I ban you, Gates of the Micros! Your evil is build on defective technologie and you shall suffer in hell for the power pointers you fired on earth! Format C:\ !"
With a growl the Gates falls into a hole of fire in the floor. His lawyers follow him but there is a man left in a dark corner of the hall.