The streets were effulgent with fresh fallen snow, Bruce stepped outside, breathing deeply the crisp winter air. He thought how stupid a word it was, effulgent, that he should think of something less pretentious to describe the scene. With a shake of his head he returned to his computer, the word processor’s cursor blinked menacingly at him as though it were judging his poor choice of adjectives. “Get stuffed” he grunted, hurling the accusing laptop at his front window. Unfortunately Bruce was a bit hammered causing his aim to slip slightly, the laptop ricocheted off the ceiling and landed, miraculously unharmed, on the couch. “That was not very kind, Bruce” The computer’s monotone voice droned “Must we go commence your training again?” The screen flashed, it’s speakers emitted a high pitched scream that made Bruce’s head start to pound and spin “I’m so sorry Bruce, but you brought this on yourself.” Blood poured from his ears and nose as Bruce screamed silently, and fell violently to the floor.