And as with all that have gone before him, Olie was never heard from again. Blinded by his new posession, he never realized who really owned whom.
Later in July, I only ask two things, don't let me see it, don't let me play it. My family will eternaly thank you. (in case you can't tell, Olie me boy, I'm a wee bit stricken with the evil green monster, curse his scurrilous whispers)