Groovy

"I wonder... which one... is Gilbert... Jax."

I had clicked every plus sign there was on the menu, expanded every branch of every tree of options that Microsoft Office had to offer. I stared intently at the 113 different marks and shapes on the screen looking for just the exact right one.

The one I planned to kill. Again. The one that drove me on a damning quest for vengeance, and in whose death I would once more derive the ultimate sin of pleasure.

"Groove Folder Synchronization" is what I'd known it as before. Now, it skulks under the guise of "SharePoint Workspace".

I put out both its eyes with my .45 and rebooted. John Glover chided me. I walked off and told Lori Petty I didn't want to be disturbed.