"The mindless cacophony and wretchful lyrics alarmed and distressed the man so terribly that he ran at high speed..."
Once there was a man who lived in the mountains.
The clouds were his newspaper, birdsong and the wind his clock. One day, he heard a curious sound sail across the valley. Enchanted, he ran until he happened upon an abandoned shack. Inside, a lonely record player; Good Charlotte's new LP loaded. He pushed the start button. The mindless cacophony and wretchful lyrics alarmed and distressed the man so terribly that he ran at high speed towards the shut door behind him and knocked himself out. The man moved to suburbia after that, despising the cruel trick the mountains had played on him.