Once upon a time a long time ago and very far away...
"No!", she said. "It's my turn!" And with that he knew that his short-lived fame was about to be torn down.
Her first shot rang out with a slightly metallic ring as it hit it's mark deep in the centre of it's target. A groan from her opponent betrayed the severe pain he was feeling at this moment. In barely enough time to aim she "pulled the trigger" again, now making him shudder with torment.
Being the kind of woman she was, and with just a hint of mercy, she let the last shot go - BULLSEYE! She had thrown her last dart into the centre bull and finished the game with a 170, completely annihilating her poor male opponent (so proud of his 140 open and so ready to catch his unsuspecting mate).
Beware all ye with large craniums caused unfortunately by luck.
