You kids will one day be like this. You'll slowly find it creeping up on you in your older age, and eventually you wake up one day not understanding the young generation and you'll be thinking to yourself "Gosh, those darn kids and their perfidious pranks they play on us. But at least its a nice day to go outside and grill "
Sweet Child O' Mine slowly plays in the distance, fading away until nothing but the soft wind rustling the golden waves of seed-bearing grass stalks across the desolate fields