a boy comes home from school, goes into his backyard and starts attaching helium balloons to his lawn
chair.
his mother comes into the backyard from the
house and starts shrieking at him: Adam, what the beep are you doing?.
Adam: can I attach balloons to this lawn
chair without being bloody disturbed? I am trying to build an amateur flying machine and turn amateur flying machine building among modern teenagers into a trend. I want modern teenagers to be like Inspector Gadget and maybe, lol, fly away from their computer illiterate.
mother: stop living underwater you stupid
devil. now I want you to do your chemistry, and I
mean wash the dishes, take out the trash, and the like, not your chemistry homework; you get the idea.