That big potat is straight out of a Dickens novel.I'll bet its name goes something like Ebenezer Pottlewick Grimshaw.
AI is going to replace you.This reminded me of the dinner scene in A.I.Eating and drinking will be our last bastion!
Then there's the part where I'd still need to explain how franchising worksHah! I love how palpable you made your exasperation!
Lul!
Reminded me of ol' Zander and the Brainbug.