Get off my lawn.
But your lawn is fun and the perfect outlet for my external expression of teenage rebellion. 
But it's fun.

Are you Clint Eastwood? =P
Boo.
Your garden gnomes remind me of Tchaikovsky with those beards. I'll gladly get of your lawn, and quickly at that. *runs, terrified*
There's too much sun on your lawn..
I used to stack geezers like you six feet high back in the war. Get off my back.

But I like your lawn.
It's nice and soft... and green... and grassy.
It's nice and soft... and green... and grassy.
Your lawn doesn't have needles, does it!?
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