PM: Your code bombs! It’s supposed to put a link to the schedule here!

2 minutes earlier:
PM: *runs code with malformed data and two cancelled schedules*

It’s like sitting in a chair and complaining when reality blinks out of existence. I mean, fair, there should be some guards against that sort of thing.

Except that he had replaced the chair’s cushion with the concept of algebra, and had cancelled his order for the chair itself six weeks prior so it never actually existed in the first place.

... My code bombs, your brain farts.

Not even authentic Indian cuisine can burn your ass like that!