Because, you know, sometimes you just have to nuke the entire site from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.

…groused The Boy as Doc struggled to subdue his hair with industrial quantities of gel, a rubberband, and a thoroughly inadequate hairbrush.

“Come again?” said Doc.

“Their brains are being pulled out by their ponytails.”

Behold: The Boy’s first programming book. Which he requested by name.

My feelings are… mixed.