His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy. There's vomit on his neckbeard already, mom's spaghetti.
He opens Sublime, but the code won't come out. He's choking, how? Everybody's joking now. The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow!
When he goes back to his deskshare, that's when it's back to the Mac again, yo. This whole rhapsody. He better go capture this traction.
You better lose yourself in the code, the moment. You own it, you better never let it go. You only get one shot.
Do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo.