EA: Make this game in a year. Here is $,$$$,$$$$
DICE: Okay *scribble scribble signature*
EA: Oh, there's a penalty clause in the contract. If you're late, it's $$$,$$$
...one...year...later...
DICE: uh, almost done. We need more time
EA: PENALTY CLAUSE MOTHERF*****
DICE: It won't take us..
EA: Testers have signed it off.... you're fine. Just give it to us!
DICE: But... jets...too..powerful...red/blue bug....server browser
EA: STFU. We own your asses. Give us the game or we'll bust your company up so bad you'll be going in to horticulture.
DICE: Have the damn game.
EA: You can always patch it later.
DICE: You're right.... .. *sob*
EA: Who's your big poppa?
DICE: You're our big poppa. We love you.
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