What you got back home, little sister, to play your fuzzy warbles on? I bet you got little save pitiful, portable picnic players. Come with uncle and hear all proper! Hear angel trumpets and devil trombones. You are invited.
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.