as the wiley and cagey old wizen one watches as his Mac clone is uncerimoneously dumped upon, He grins wickedly. Ahh, the trap and the bait worked, he smiles, then pushes the small red button on his movable table, then sits back to watch as hundreds of small mini mirco-cannabilistic robots drop out of the ceiling and drop upon the un clothed Renegade....
They just love to clean up other peoples mess including those who made the mess in the lst place
just some ideas Mac