What if I catch one?

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Quick, fellow hunters! The free world needs you to rid it of the sticky vacationer and his offspring!

How to chase it away?

The sticky by definition is a parasite of homo sapiens tranquilus , the one who would like to be able to enjoy a little peace and quiet. You must therefore settle in relatively isolated places, preferably with a beach, while waiting to see good people settle there. And no point in watching, eh, I know you scoundrels! Quite logically, and as if attracted by a giant magnet, the sticky will arrive in his family car to pour noise and childish and fecal apocalypse on the unfortunates. It is recommended to use a weapon that reloads quickly to be sure to bring down the sticky and its miasma before they disperse. No bow, therefore, unless of course you are Legolas. And industry email list by the way, if you are Legolas, please keep the last arrow to shoot it in your mouth, the cinema will thank you.


The sticky dies if it has no one to stick to, or when its phone runs out of battery to stream the latest trending crap. They don't make noise by chance: silence kills them slowly. Hence the fact that you never find them in public libraries. If you don't have the heart to kill your sticky, release it.

But in a plastic bag, and preferably at a depth of 200 meters.

"YES, HELLO, MICHEL? I'M AT THE BEACH. THE BEACH! YES! AH, IT'S CALM, A REAL JOY! WHAT'S THE WEATHER LIKE HERE?"
The operator
A species that has continued to thrive since the invention of cheap unlimited plans, the operator is a sort of biped with only one arm, the other being glued to his ear to hold his handset or earpiece that keeps falling off. The operator is a bit like the wasp: as soon as you sit down on a terrace, he comes to circle around you and despite all your signals, continues his work of disturbance with pleasure. The operator has a telephone that he uses to speak – very loudly – ​​in crowded places to make sure that everyone hears what he is saying. And curiously, he rarely talks about geopolitics or quantum physics, but rather about Lulu's ass or the latest joke he heard, involving a rabbi, a whore and a Belgian (but you knew the one with a priest). The operator's perverse pleasure consists of calling someone for 20 minutes, annoying everyone with an IQ above 30 within a 60-meter radius, before finally hanging up, prompting a collective sigh of relief. This false hope is instantly shattered by the operator, who immediately calls someone else back to start the same cycle all over again.