In a sunlit field with a slight breeze, butterflies flitter over the streams of Diet Coke, and squirrels sniff questioningly at the fruit of the pizza trees. A developer sits cross-legged in the field with his wireless laptop, coding furiously, and humming to himself "I'll tell you want I want, you worry about how to do it".
We'll get the pizza trees first, alas.
We'll get the pizza trees first, alas.