"I'm not even going to bother telling how the fuck she got in here nor do I feel the need to explain myself or yourself or the cat's self or even why blast processing was essential to Sonic the Hedgehog. In fact, you will FIND that I do not care whether or not the outcome of this income or how if you fry rice justa liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitle too fucking long it tastes like hash browns."
Then he stopped.
"Holy fuck, I did it. I can market this. Hard fried rice as hash browns. I will own fast food breakfast and laugh at those with their super NRG bars of whey and the fact they are out of touch by eating oats in the hall."
Then he stopped again.
"That's what we'll need. Hall & Oates. Those motherfuckers will promote the product or at least sing about it for 30 seconds and by then the game will be coded albeit with bugs because I'll force the product to market too early and reap the benefits and ah shit I have cancer."
Then he died.
