Well, it's official.....I'm way to friggin addicted to this game. We get home this evening, have dinner and settle in for some t.v. Kids are off to their rooms, wifey nods off on the couch and it is just me, shark week and good ol Dogfight for the remainder of the evening. As I become entranced into a game of "destroy enemy airport", the teams are even, hangars destroyed are close, tough battle wages on land and in the air, I feel a rather low frequency rumble from deep inside my lower intestines......I assess the situation,...down to one hangar left, teams even, probably 2-4 minutes remain....approximately 28-30 feet from nearest bathroom on top level of my home....I figure I'm good.......contractions become stronger and more frequent, but I refuse to abandon my teammates...I rise from the sofa, ipad in hand, earbuds dangle freely from one ear, right ear free in case of fire, burglar or kiddy alarm sounds.....hastily make my way from sofa to master bathroom, open door to bedroom, feel for light switch, no time for lights, move toward bathroom door from memory, open door, simultaneously maintaining altitude and direction of flight, with one hand unfasten belt and unbutton shorts, one sweeping motion, push down shorts, underwear and move to a seated position on toilet as my plane becomes swarmed with enemy fighters, quickly resume two handed position on ipad and begin to maneuver and return fire as I realize that I am out of toilet paper.......hangar bombed, I lose............no one hears the calls of coolhandluke from master bathroom, yelling for someone to resupply him with t.p..........play again?......sure, bomb carrier...why not?