Cyrcas and his cousin Flaex went to the mall to meet up with Shiro and Tolenn. As they awaited the arrival of the pair, an ancient avian ambled along.

“Hello ladies,” He spoke before doing a double-take.

The geriatric grackle gentleman gingerly grabbed his glasses to adjust them, and a squint, a short squawk, and a stern sigh in swift succession soon sailed forth. Suddenly he was spewing a sleep-inducing, patience-straining soliloquy, a tiring tirade, a lecturing litany about the changing times and his immense disappointment in them.

The crossdressing cat’s cousin quickly concocted the quintessentially correct comeback to such crass cringe; She held up a hand, hoping to halt his “helpful” heaving of heckling and halitosis, and hurled out her own hot take:

“Okay Boomer”