He typed:
That night, at the Java Bean coffee shop (where the barista only served final coffee, because it never changed), Mike raised his mug.
“Works?” Clawson snorted. “You think the Door Vault runs on ‘works’? One unchecked cast and you send a scarer to a toddler’s tea party instead of a teenager’s nightmare. Fix it.” monsters university java
“To clean code,” Sulley replied.
They clinked mugs. Outside, the MU moon shone down on the School of Scaring—where the only thing more powerful than a good roar was a well-written public static void main . He typed: That night, at the Java Bean
“Wazowski. You finally stopped writing academic Java and wrote real Java.” He tapped the screen. “KISS principle. Keep It Simple, Scarer. You pass.”
Sulley, James P. Sullivan, sat hunched over his keyboard, his massive furry fingers awkwardly tapping keys. His code compiled on the first try. It always did. One unchecked cast and you send a scarer
Sulley, meanwhile, had just finished a lambda expression so beautiful that another student, a tentacled monster named Squishy, started crying tears of joy.
Terror level: 100
Professor Clawson peered over his shoulder. He was silent for a long moment. Then he grunted.
Mike stared at his own screen. His code was a mess of try-catch blocks, over-engineered abstract classes, and a FearFactoryFactory that even he didn’t understand.