This whole thing is getting a little out of hand.
I am half tempted to trigger the remote tar and feathering robot that I have hidden behind the drywall in Familytree's bedroom (that's right, Marc, I'm awesome at patching drywall).
In fact, the more I think about it, the sooner I destroy the one they call "Familytree", the sooner I can return to the important work at hand in my life....getting the nursery all set up for the impending birth of my firstborn.
I have set explosives underneath all of the manhole covers along Familytree's route to work, and I thought that an "accident" might look best. So many people have heard that story about the manhole cover blowing up and a driver getting decapitated, that I would surely escape without suspicion (that's if you treebuzzers don't turn me in).
But, the thought of putting Familytree in a half-nelson while making him eat dirt and totally humiliating him in front of so many people, including many young hot chicks, who will giggle at how much of a wimp he is, and vow never to sleep with him, is too much to give up.
It's settled.
I shall defeat Familytree using good old fashioned fisticuffs and exploding manhole covers.
SZ