The Decider was sitting in his office, finishing up his most recent post to the internet forums. "Heh heh heh," he said, "Terrorists think they're gonna win. They're not gonna win. Heh heh heh."

Sayid was really upset about this island business. He'd been on enough islands lately, and really didn't want to stay here any longer. He was tired of sand. He was tired of water. And fuck, he was tired of all these Losties. He wanted someone different. He wanted a challenge.

Sayid refreshed the forum and saw the Decider's post. 'Now's my chance,' he thought, and he left a very witty comment, that is far too racy to be repeated in this story.

The Decider was shocked by Sayid's comment, but at the same time, strangely turned on. As the conversation continued, they swapped information, agreeing to meet in a very secret location.

"Heh heh heh heh. Heh heh heh heh," The Decider said to himself. "This terrorist is going down."

Little did he know, what i form /i of going down...