Those of you that are against a backup loader, I've come up with a plan.
Okay, this is how it goes. You get an orangutan.
I'm not talking a little monkey or some dancing chip bullshit, I mean a fucking orangutan.
Don't ask me how you're gonna get a fucking orangutan, because that's not my problem.
So, the orangutan's name is Clyde. This is non-negotiable; all orangutans are named Clyde.
I know why that is, it's just how the world works. So you and Clyde became man (and ape) about town. You're seen everywhere together. You make the scene.
You and friends go out out in big groups.
You talk loud, you laugh louder. Every time you say something witty,
you high-five the orangutan. The town begins to buzz.
It gets back to waninkoko. "Did you know the guy with the orangutan?"
"You used to not code backup loaders because of orangutans?"
"Why would you start coding backup loaders because of the guy with an orangutan?"
Next thing you know, he's calling.
"I'm hoping we can still be friends. Wanna hang out sometime?"
"Geez, I dunno; me and Clyde were going to go to a monster truck race tonight
(orangutans love monster trucks). In fact, the whole social calendar seems kinda full.
I tell you what, I'll make a little note (what was your name again?)
and maybe I can squeeze you in. Oh, well you know my number so don't be stra--
Hey, look at the time! I gotta skate, Clyde's making Mojitoes."
At this point the upper hand is yours.
You can let waninkoko twist in the wind,
you can draw him into your personal life at the pace you decide.
Whatever, it's your life. But if you're a smart man? You slowly phase him in.
You're IM-ing. You're talking on Live. You get invited to family functions. You bring
Clyde, he becomes one of the family. You're one big Brady Bunch.
Then you kill him.