The thirty-ounce waffle-head descended for a final time upon the tortured remains of the ancient Motorola.
Seven full strokes had revealed and then obliterated its innards - leaving only a smoking curl of duct tape as a final reminder of its former presence.
Nowrecki let his hand slide from the dog-legged hickory handle of his framing hammer. It was done.
Turning from the corpse of his old companion, which had transmitted so much grief into his ear and life - Nowrecki picked up and fondled his new Nokia.
Bluetoothed and fully funded from the coffers of the Wreck Cabal, the Nokia was ready to join up with Norm's spanky new Centrino based M-1.7ghz laptop - in the never ending war against the trolls.
The Cabal had tasked Nowrecki with tracking down the most current twit, who was posting anonymously (or, so he thought) from the domain of dizum.
The Sam Spade software had been updated.
The pickup team's number was on speed dial.
Nowrecki punched in the number of his contact at the Cabal - a voice came on the line and sighed - "Tage Frid".
It was time to kick some ass.
Regards, Tom.
Thomas J.Watson - Cabinetmaker (ret.) tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet (real email)