Focus, Trask!

Miss Ive is too sentimental for any real writing today, as you've seen at the 'other site,' as Trask said.

(And, Trask—(slapping you across face) focus, man!)

I want you to do what you did with the bricks today over here. It was brilliant.

I have something personal to deal with for the next few days, so I'm leaving you in charge, as crazy as that sounds.

That's probably a horrible idea.

But you know what they say, all great writing is born from horrible ideas.

And see? My dark side returns.