Evil Glenn Reynolds ™ howled in pain. Kevin covered his ears. "Please, Master. Tell me what I can do to stop the pain?"
Evil Glenn ™ lifted Kevin bodily and tossed him against the wall. "Don't speak unless I tell you too! Do you understand me? I SAID DON'T SPEAK!" And Evil Glenn ™ hit his assistant with a stick he kept nearby just for this purpose.
"How did she get ahead of me?" asked Evil Glenn ™. "That can't be right. NZ Bear will pay!" And he shook his fist as he turned every shade from fire red to deep purple.
"You are correct, Master," said Kevin. "It doesn't add up."
Evil Glenn Reynolds ™ suddenly paused. Then, "AD! That's it!! Kevin, you're a genius! I'll buy a BlogAd!"
Then he paused. What could he do that would be effective? What kind of advertisement would be the best?
He was used to being at the top of the Ecosystem, and now that he had dropped, the attacks would increase. The vultures would be waiting. Wait a second! That was it! Vultures!
He knew what his ad would be. He would take her head on! And he would return to the top after he stopped her.
In a few clicks, Evil Glenn Reynolds ™ had his ad ready and posted: