Finally, irrationality has proven a valid course. Running into my target while eating dinner was the work of fate itself. Actually, fate had worked this way three times before, but my target was elusive (and I was busy). As he left dinner this time I was prepared and he felt the icy hand of death (with it\’s accompanying plastic spoon, of course) grip his shoulder. Fear ye mortals and despair, for irrational numbers feel no remorse.