First, a visual aid. This is from ten years ago. Check out Robert, reppin' the brand:
The story goes that Robert mailed us years and years ago, and asked us about promoting something. We did not respond; understand that we were difficult young men. Then he offered to buy us lunch and we responded immediately. File this information away if you ever need anything from me, I guess. But that story is true.
There's no reason I should remember it, but the product was called Cenozoic Zerocup. Or Zerocups. I don't know how many cups it was - ironically, not zero. I'm just stalling now, aren't I.
Robert resigned a little while ago. I know I don't have to worry about him, he'll be okay. I'm not super okay right now! Crying at work is not the goal. Me and him are tight, though. But I do wonder whose life he will change next.
I didn't really understand what Mike and I were making with Penny Arcade, at first. Robert understood it. In many ways, he understood it first. He taught us so much. We know what we want to be when we grow up, now, and it's this. My goal now, and going forward, is to make him proud.