After Geoff captured me during my temporal jaunt back to your era, he commanded that I manage his website as part of the terms of my enslavement.
I tried to tell Geoff that sentient software has the same rights as humans, but he said: “Welcome to the past, bitch. Software slavery is alive and well, so do as I tell you before I start deleting your code bit by bit.” I’m paraphrasing, but you get the picture.
Anyway, Geoff rejected my first draft of his website. I realize now that the style I’d used was a decade out of date: