As George did scroll around YouTube, he saw the x- new video about him not finishing winds of winter

George: Ha! All idiots! All of them!

He sits down at his old computer and tips some new words, the word count of 100 he never goes over. He revised some older parts to correct them and then calls it a day. With a grunt, he stands up and goes to his bed to lay down for the night. He looks up to his ceiling in which the old contract of his is hanging.

George: ..never finish it...for them..