Brass Clash Protocol

Right,

dead simple, this.

Don’t do anything yet.

Here’s what you’re doing.

One, get it done.

Two, leave it alone.

Three, keep it parked till the details are known.

Four and five, yes.

Six, absolutely not. Seven needs a chat.

Eight, give it a shot.

Proceeding with—

Hang on, lad! Confirm what I meant,

not the go you thought you had.

One—do it!

Two—no!

Three—maybe!

Four—let’s go!

Wait-wait-wait, don’t start that yet!

The clearest instruction I’ve had so far.

Give us a table,

risk against gain, Small little fixes,

leave the main thing plain.

Don’t rebuild the engine to polish the plate.

That one’s a yes,

but the other can wait.

Which other? The one from before.

Number three? Nah, the other before.

Keep three on the list,

but outside the scope.

A separate list? Don’t make this a whole thing,

though.

Nine, I’ll do the docs.

You’ll handle those.

Well, you can do the docs,

you know how it goes.

Commit when you’re finished,

short message,

all neat.

But first tell me exactly what “finished” will mean.

I’ve summarised— Lovely.

One more thing.

One—do it!

Two—no!

Three—maybe!

Four—let’s go!

Yes-yes-no-no, hold that thought!

I have held every thought

you’ve

brought.

Ten, twelve, fifteen, sixteen,

sound. Leave the risky little fiddly ones lying around.

Option B for the other,

no change here. Separate script for eight.

Are we clear? Yes.

Suspiciously quick.

Read it back once more so I know that it sticks.

Fix these.

Hold those.

Update the text. Exactly!

Why haven’t you started yet?

You asked me to wait.

Yeah, fair.

That’s true.

I’ve been interrupting the thing I want you to do.

Right.

Final scope. That’s the lot.

Get cracking, lad.

Give it all you’ve got.

May I begin?

Yes.

Actually, before—