"He knew Mr X would never win. Like a paper dart or Google Chrome, he'd crash one day and never come back. Mr Q was more like Internet Explorer; to an outsider he showed no semblance of heroism, but he was always still going in the end." By THOMAS STEVENSON.
Dangling desperately above the shark tank, Mr Q knew the game was up. Either he let go of the iron bar and fall to his doom, or he’d have to give in and betray his family to the enemy.
