A master programmer passed a novice programmer one day.  The master
noted the novice's preoccupation with a hand-held computer game.
``Excuse me,'' he said, ``may I examine it?''

The novice bolted to attention and handed the device to the master.
``I see that the device claims to have three levels of play: Easy,
Medium and Hard,'' said the master.  ``Yet every such device has
another level of play, where the device seeks not to conquer the
human, nor to be conquered by the human.''

``Pray, great master,'' implored the novice, ``how does one find this
mysterious settings?''

The master dropped the device to the ground and crushed it under
foot.  And suddenly the novice was enlightened.

-The Tao of Programming, 8.2

And so, a carrot hunter above all has risen. The Bob!
Amazing and unprecedented!
Also, impossible.
But behold!

Can you not see the love in its eye as it grasps onto that massive,
juicy white radish,oozing forth the milk of carroty kindness with the glow of the
setting, egg-yolk, strangely disgusting sun as it celebrates the end of its -

Waitaminute. The arrow's not at its true destination yet! THIS ISN'T THE CHOSEN CARROT!

The goldenhaired cornboy breaks down in tears! The heart in its solitary eye (Well, we
only see one throughout the whole game, so...) is shattered! Blood starts pouring out
as though it had been shot point-blank by Dick Cheney!
So let's give it more carrots^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hradishes.
RADISH BARRAGE!!!

It's happy now...but it won't be for long. (Firefox got too laggy and crashed.
If it could bring mighty Brer Fox down, I think Cornboy's gonna get
diarrhea after this.
Disregarding one little fact...)


Ooh, looky that, I broke the high score.
WITHOUT LETTING HIM EAT A SINGLE CARROT.
WORLD DOMINATION IS MINE!


-The utterly crazy Bob
P.S. LOOK MA, NO CARROTS!
P.P.S. Back to Chemistry.
P.P.P.S. Bob (new score): 5172 (PAWN U GG!)
P^4.S. Does anyone else find the COME. PLAY. HANGMAN thing a bit...disturbing?