“THE PIE IS BACK.”
“Basically: fear.”
“I do have nodes available right now, but I fear they might not be suitable.”
“CLONE.”
“Gahoy. Should I close that par tag or … gahoy?”
“That piece of pie is like a drunk stepdad who makes an embarrassing speech at a wedding. Like: sit down!”
“Should I go into the nodequeue or …”
“But how do I get the baby’s number? Because, dammit, I need to call her.”
“Sheila. Here’s some meta data.” (notebook thrown at me)
“If I never see a piece of pecan pie again …”
“It’s always an emotional drama.”
“I will then input the meta data (as well as the java script) …”
“It’s extremely important to narrate our emotions.”
“Fear.”
“Panic.”
“Tragedy.”
“And then we unschedule? Yes? Denied?”
“So I then … what … I drag the baby up?”
“We are all about poo here.”
“Sheila, you just went emotionally dead right now.”
“I know. I’m so sorry you had to see that.”
“FEAR!!!!”
“Drag the baby up”? I’m assuming this is webpage instructions – haha
hahahaha yes! We kept talking about “dragging and dropping the baby” – and occasionally we’d go, “Uhm, if people didn’t know what we were talking about …”