A Blackfoot paratrooper enters the royal timeshare of Kamehameha. His brethren are out on the beach taking longboards from the locals and riding some knarly waves, but he’s on a mission. He finds his target on a small table next to the living room recliner. An old copy of War Games on VHS. No cover. The scrapes from endless insertions into the VCR are visible on the sides of the cassette. Next to it, a note scrawled on a pad, “The only way to win is not to play.” He pours gasoline all over the table and throws a match over his shoulder as he leaves. Who says you can’t kill an idea?