A quietness descends upon the forest. Crickets cease. Birds stop their song. Even the very leaves stop rustling in the wind.

In the eerie silence, a small bespeckled man approaches you, smiles and hands you a trophy.

You look upon the plaque. It reads "You Bastard"

Just an easy joke, bud

No worries, the "You bastard" was affectionately given, with mirth.