Friends don’t let friends override prototypes.
The Elder sighed deeply and spoke: “Young One, that is a dark tale. First you must understand the history of the Tools of Moo...”
...but that changed with the Knights of Ecma.
Except for the Tools of Moo.
For the Tools of Moo had a flatten of their very own
And then, the Jester spoke.
But the people were not so taken.
Days and weeks they protested, splattering the Yellow Thumb of Disapproval on the Proposal.
It was then that the Knights knew: the Sorcerors of Moo had won.
“Thank you elder” said the child. “I think I’m gojng to learn Rust instead.”
“That is probably for the best.”