Drag shorts, snorkel, deeper and deeper into Hell
Current practice situation:
I am jacked in. I enter a room with fifteen agents, who all pull out their pistols, while some pick up machine guns. The door is closed and locked behind me.
Now, normally I'd say this is the point where I pull out both of my own pistols and start firing wildly as I get shot to death, going down fighting in a dramatic sequence with awesome music and slow-motion photography. Well, I'm getting shot a few times, and I've killed a few agents with my pistols. But I'm pulling out my NAPALM. BRING IT ON, YOU AGENTS!
If you haven't guessed the metaphor by now, don't worry, you're not stupid. There's just no hope at this point. :)
I am jacked in. I enter a room with fifteen agents, who all pull out their pistols, while some pick up machine guns. The door is closed and locked behind me.
Now, normally I'd say this is the point where I pull out both of my own pistols and start firing wildly as I get shot to death, going down fighting in a dramatic sequence with awesome music and slow-motion photography. Well, I'm getting shot a few times, and I've killed a few agents with my pistols. But I'm pulling out my NAPALM. BRING IT ON, YOU AGENTS!
If you haven't guessed the metaphor by now, don't worry, you're not stupid. There's just no hope at this point. :)