In retrospect ‘finishing graphic designer’ was not a suitable euphamism for butcher.

I was thinking of a nursery rhyme. Jack Sprat perhaps. “The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker.”

But who is the candlestick maker?

Simulating meth when they should just add weed.

Partial brain? Meaning a few logic gates or a retarded AI that you command with voice?

Maybe that brain views the extruding of meat product like humans view bowel movements.

H1B slaves get to share a 2 bedroom minivan.

To keep oppressing the american tech workforce costs money or something.