I fly a giant fucking pirate flag with skull and crossbones and no one ever stops me. All they do is say “Are you a pirate?” or “Say Jack Sparrow”. Tcchh bitch please, I’ll torrent your mom’s prom night.
That’s my life. Reading legacy code and refactoring. It’s an easy life, living out here, free on the sea. The wind in your sails only the occasional mermaid made of O(n+1) to deal with.
I’m sorry.