Make love not war. Put flowers in your hair and have a drum circle. Peace, love and music.
Go back to Woodstock you bloody hippies! I’ve got a fully-automatic “flower-power” machine gun and I’m not afraid to use it!
With over 150 rounds a second, I’ll pump you full of peace lillies and stick roses up your azaleas.
Now sod off back to your commune, hippie.
Skirmish meets hippies.
