It's still a dead elephant, but the X has nothing to do with targets. Did your Mom not let you read comic books when you were a kid?
Read 'em? That was a luxury you rich kids had. My poor mother, who worked her fingers to the bone BTW, had to use them to line our shoes to cover the holes and stuff them into our leggings so we could walk the 5 miles oneway to school, up hill both ways, in waist deep snow.
We had no time to read them.