I did not spend years mapping the heavens to be remembered as “the guy with the fake nose.” by Tycho Brahe

Yes, and yet I still had to turn your chaos into math like a celestial cleaner.

You also chose a metal nose and a very loud dinner table, so we all make decisions.

I had a castle observatory, a pet elk, and better data than half your century. Stay focused.

I funded the man, not the attitude. The attitude came free and stayed forever.

To be fair, the nose is doing more public work than your personality ever did.

I gave you the most precise observations in Europe and you chose disrespect.

Anyway, if your work survives because of my data, I’m calling that a posthumous collaboration.