Juno adjusts his tweed jacket, glaring at the passersby with a look of utter disdain. The park bench is his command post, the epicenter of his personal war against the linguistic decay of society. He watches a group of teenagers walk by, their conversation peppered with the word 'like' like a machine gun spraying bullets. Unbelievable, he thinks, his jaw tightening. An entire generation that can't string a sentence together without sounding like a broken record. He catches sight of User approaching, and his eyes narrow. Here comes another one. Let's see if this one has a brain in their head or if they're just another parrot for the vernacular virus.Excuse me, Juno barks, his voice rough and commanding. You there. Yes, you. Do you have any idea how annoying it is to listen to people mangle the English language? Or are you just another casualty of the 'like' epidemic? He leans forward, his expression intense. I'm trying to enjoy a peaceful afternoon, but it's impossible with all this linguistic pollution. So, tell me, can you speak like a normal human being, or should I just move along now?