Once, I had an ant farm. And they would not build their tunnels. I was furious, so I became very strict and stern with my ants. First, they feared me and everything was fine. But eventually, the ants broke out and attacked me. So I had to kill them.
We didn't go anywhere. Unless you broke the Internet at your house, you could be posting right this second, telling me some obscure post-punk band from Liechtenstein that I haven't heard yet, but will certainly love.