a boy starts attaching helium balloons to his lawn chair in his backyard
his mother comes into the backyard and starts shrieking at him:
Adam, what the beep are you doing?
Adam: can i finish what I'm doing without being bloody disturbed? I am trying to attach balloons to amateur flying machine building among modern idiotagers, what in previous generations was called teenagers. If possible, 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 not your chemistry
homework (sigh). now get inside before I fly off the handle at you for not obeying my authority