Where at 5:00 you get a call to go bladin’ at the skate park down by the mall, But then your mom says you gotta prevent hostile aliens from annihalating us all? With the strength of a million-and-seventy men, y’know you really shouldn’t complain. But I get it, you wish you could go for a walk without rustin’ in the rain. It’s gotta be enough to fry your brain!