"A certain sister of mine -- not to name anyone, of course -- thought that it would be funny to poach my targets all night. There she was, just knocking them out before I loosed my arrows. She laughed at me, too. Said I was 'too slow'.
"By the end of the night I beat her to the punch and rubbed it in her face. That wasn't enough for me, though. I planted eggs in the last place she'd look for them -- after they were already rotting, of course -- and let her have it. Nobody checks the ventilation anymore."
Keith threw his head back and laughed. It was just too funny.
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