The oldest excuse in software, set in a warm pink serif over two lines. Softer than the joke deserves, which is precisely what makes it land — it reads as an apology rather than a defence.
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The line predates containers and survived them. It was a genuine defence once, back when environments drifted freely and nobody could prove otherwise; now it’s mostly said with the awareness that Docker exists specifically to stop you saying it.
Most versions of this shout — heavy sans, all caps, distressed texture. Setting it in a soft pink serif instead lets the sentence do the work. The joke doesn’t need help; it needs a straight face.