It all starts with a plan. A precise sequence of events that will unfold exactly as you conjure up in your head. The events involve the mind, deception, skill, tact. The aim: to not just have him submit, but to leave him wondering if he's any good at all. The plan is put to action. You make him run; you make him scream. You watch approvingly as he walks into each trap you set for him. You extract every last breath from his lungs until he's left helpless and gasping. You throw him a bone; you give him hope. You watch his eyes light up at the smell of chance. That's when you go in for the kill. In that fleeting second which feels like eternity to him, he sees the end coming. You rise high up in the air, seize the moment and with a graceful, punishing blow you extinguish the hope out of his eyes. You smile and make him realize that you didn't even have to try. That you'd worked out the outcome to a T even before the battle had started.

Just who cannot like badminton?