The sheer horror on that Klingon's face perfectly captures the existential dread of realizing you've made 500 commits with messages like "fix stuff," "it works now," and "please work this time." Meanwhile, the other alien is just casually smoking through it all, representing that one senior dev who's seen enough Git disasters to become completely numb. First-time Git users start with such optimism until they discover merge conflicts exist and suddenly they're contemplating a career change to something less traumatic... like bomb disposal.