>Hey George! How's that ending coming?
>>223442683>W-well I've prepared this road map for you.>Road map? What's that?>It tracks all my seeds and plants all the way to the final gardenscape. Here, look.>This doesn't look like a map George. Looks like a list of bullet points.>Well, yes.>There are only ten bullet points on this napkin George.>Ah, you know. It is what it is.>I see. And that's the total sum of your work over the past, what, seven years?>It takes as long as it takes.>You realise you're torching my fucking career here, George?>I never said when it would be out. I never signed a contract to that effect.>Okay, great. Fuck you.