The unkindest cut, of all.
I fear the theft of my own intellectual property, worst of all, I think, perhaps second only to the kidnap of my children.
What an awful thing, to see some sleazebag profiting from the squeezings of your own mind. To see your own self, stolen like that.
I would take apart a plagiarist, in a rented warehouse, over a liesurely weekend, with hand tools.
It's only fair.