Dave engages in a bit of use of force against Myke, who, oddly enough, seems to be bent into an odd position here. Ewwwww.
Dave forces Myke to smile for the camera. aha!
Ok, so the disk wasn't entirely virgin before we started. (We also couldn't even format the thing. I guess you could say we decided it had been well and truly f*cked.)
Micropolis disk, that is, before we threw it out the window over Dave's shoulder. Notice how angelic Dave looks.
Micropolis Disk, Post-Defenestration... Let's say we both literally and figuratively only had just begun to crack the case.
The Landing Zone. This is where the disk landed. (X Marketh the Spot!)
Closeup of the disk, as it hit the landing zone...
Dave catches a hammer shot in the arm... "Dammit beavis I'm gonna kick yo' ass!"
Help MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, cried the disk as it sensed its infinite peril
Sam chases platters with a hammer intent on seeking their ultimate perdition...
"Ever see the inside of a disk?"
Disk maniacs triumphant!
...the odd disk bits strewn here, there, and everywhere...
Olympic Gold (See? We arranged the platters all nice and niftily like the Olympic logo!)
Olympic Gold, with Medalist.
Dave earned the gold for the U.S.A. in disk-based $hitkicking.