RIGHT! I used to get up at half past ten at night in the morning, half an hour before I went to sleep, eat a pile of hot steaming poisonous magma, go to work at mill for twenty-eight hours a day and pay mill-owner for privilege of lettin' us work there. And when we got home at night, our father would murder us in cold blood mind. Aaah! but then! He'd murders us in cold blood, buries us and dances on our graves singing "yes, sir I can Boogie".
And you try telling the young people of today that.....