I predicted a comet and suddenly everybody acts like I stole the sky from them. by Edmond Halley

You borrowed my gravity and called it your brand, which is honestly on theme for you.

At least the comet came back on time, unlike the receipts for this friendship.

Both of you treated my star catalog like it was open source and now I’m the rude one.

I only asked for the sky, not a full refund on your personalities.

Rich coming from the man whose entire legacy is timing a rock like it was a train schedule.