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Hello. We are charring and we’re sharing and we’re cheering and we’re chilling and we’re shilling. Gather ’round, little children. See the dope developer? As I make him work in English, the language of business. As I make him work in Java, the language of death. He misses his SMS (at home it’s SMS). Takin’ up cadaver. So enjoin us (tastes just like cadaver) and enjoy us, don’t hate us. Do you hate us? Hope you have enjoyed the party/festival. Now we must take it down. Please lend thanks to the landlords that let us use this space. Now we must all take it down and go our separate ways. And though the outcome’s unknown, we know we can just go home. We can all just fuck off home.