Nine people can't make a baby in a month.

Deadlines just aren't real to me until I'm staring one in the face.

Normally I miss deadlines like a storm trooper misses Jedi.

I love deadlines. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.

I had three days to screw over Nicodemus Archleone and his crew and get this thing out of my head, without getting myself or my friend killed while I did it.

A deadline is a finish line. Don't stop 'til the door shuts in your face!