Say, "Hold on, I wasn't ready."

"It's not fair!" you shout. "There was hardly any warning at all."

"Tough cookies." says Al, "Life just isn't fair."

"Like hell it's not!" you shout, "I am SO writing my congressman."

You head off, sword still impaling you, and type a nasty E-mail to your congressman, asking him to pass some legislation to make life more fair.

GAME OVER