The following is a totally real and not made up conversation between Bubbles and I.
Bubbles: I am your developer.
Kirk: Well, I didn't vote for you.
Bubbles: You don't vote for developers.
Kirk: Well, how'd you become dev, then?
[Angelic music plays... ]
Bubbles: The Conrad of the Lake, his arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft a server from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Bubbles, was to carry the server. That is why I am your developer.
Kirk: Listen. Strange guys lying in ponds distributing computers is no basis for a system of game design. Supreme creativity from interactive media derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Bubbles: Be quiet!
Kirk: You can't expect to wield supreme power just 'cause some watery tart threw an oversized calculator at you!
