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A little Frank Zappa needed here:

“Flakes, flakes!
They don’t do no good
They never be workin’ when they oughta should
They waste your time
They’re wastin’ mine
California’s got the most of them
Boy, they got a host of them

Swear to god they got the most
At every business on the coast
Swear to god they got the most
At every business on the coast
They got the flakes

“Flakes, flakes!

They can’t fix yer brakes
You ask ‘em, “where’s my motor? “ “well, it was eaten by snakes”
You can stab ‘n’ shoot ‘n’ spit
But they won’t be fixin’ it
They’re lyin’ an’ lazy
They can be drivin’ you crazy”