Chapter 292: Pop-Ups

"Thanks, Little Fatty," Jason Sowden said, giving him a grateful nod. That one word, *master*, rang in Little Fatty's ears all the way back to his seat. It felt ridiculously good. "Man, you're something else." Another new programmer pushed up his glasses, admiration plain on his face. "The underlying code for this platform is a mess. The iterations are complicated as hell. He explained it once, and you just… got it." Jason cupped his hands in a modest salute, wearing the polite look of someone...