With a scowl etched deep into his wrinkled face, Vladovich burst out of his ramshackle house, his grumpy voice echoing across the island. "Get away from my island, you pesky intruders!" he bellowed, his temper flaring like a sudden storm. In a fit of irate determination, he began hurling coconuts at the unsuspecting strangers, each one a warning shot in his unyielding campaign to preserve his solitude.