"Dad, I am going to be completely honest, that is the worst website I've ever seen."
"You've never seen any other websites!"
"This is still terrible."
It was another day in Eaden. Wheatley had recently upgraded from phone in requests to online ones, and Sophie had made the mistake of leaving a 40 something year old man to design his own website.
It was bad. If you designed a website specifically to showcase how not to design a website, it would look better than
"Yeah," Garret said, still blinking rapidly. "I'm not gonna associate my tower with that."
"What's wrong with it?"
What was wrong was Wheatley apparently couldn't decide on a template, because he had picked one menu from each at random. He had succumbed to the millennial compulsion to use a different font and color for each letter of text, and half of the badly formatted links didn't lead anywhere. But worst of all, smack dab in the center of the page, Wheatley had placed a close-up gif of himself making the cheesiest smile he could muster.
"Y'know" Garret said. "I thought you'd be better at this, considering you used to be-"
"Too soon mate, too soon."
