The noon day sun beat down on the street with a violence of a thousand stones. There he stood, the sheriff of these parts, his face eclipsed by the shadow of his cowboy hat. As he respirated, the badge on his shirt glinted in the bright light.

He spoke. "If I catch you reading README files that aren't worth the bytes they're written with one more time, I'll make you whitewash every repository from here to Hoisted Foo City. You got that clear, stranger?"