RODNEY, it's Ray. It doesn't seem like you've been listening to my voicemails, so I decided to "speak your language". Do you remember a few months back, when you published a version of our site with a dozen broken images and team comments left in the source? And do you remember that when we called you in an attempt to fix this issue, you were "on vacation"? I am leaving you this message to ensure we have an understanding: This version of the site features an extremely important announcement, and we need this to be perfect. Me and Nate are paying you hundreds an update, plus upkeep, plus whatevertheflyingfuck else you charge us, can you do this update the right way for once? If not, things won't be looking good for your business, I can assure you of that. Call me, Rodney. You can find my number on the contact page you "lost".

Hello Ray. Let me start this response by noting, if I didn't check the code I receive, this passionate rant of yours would be sitting live on Sensetech's website right now. This is something that, for a moment, I was thinking of making a reality. However, I for one know that pulling stunts in order to insult a business partner would make my company look unprofessional. Something I think you forgot.

In response to your accusations that I've been "ignoring your voicemails", I've heard every single one. What I admit to doing is not calling back, as I don't think that a call with you would be productive in any way. I have called Darcy, to let her know that one of your "output" images somehow corrupted a chunk of the site files. I have called Nathan, to let him know that you were blowing up my voicemail in the middle of the night over stray comments that users will not see. I confess to the mistake, but what he told me about you is very interesting.

I will not call you, Ray. You may be leading this "impressive" company with talented people, but I see through you. The fact that your team was hiding my updates from you says more about you than it does about them. Unfortunately, if there is anything I learned from my late father, it's what a miserable drunk looks like.

I will do you the courtesy of returning these files to you, you can send it to another hosting service. Do not contact my business again.

Sorry, Nate.