The self-styled King Of The Paparazzi scaled the building like the insect he was. He looked down to see his rival, Guido Antipasto, but he must have left discouraged. Reaching the balcony, he pulled himself up on the flagpole. He couldn't believe his luck! Madonna was there and looking the other way! He brought his camera into position, centered her in the viewfinder...
    "What the..."
    Guido Antipasto grinned maniacally from under a blond wig and fired up a small but fashionable chain saw. Saw dust and a paparazzi fell to Earth.
    "The King is dead! Long live the King!"