Back in high school, when astronauts roamed the moon, friend Dirk sometimes tripped on acid (ingested LSD, an illegal hallucinogen, for all you young people). During one of his weirder trips, he sat in a corner repeating the question "where's my burger?". Until the trip turned bad, He then flailed his hands in the air at invisible tormentors, and moaned "fuck those helicopters".
Me, I damaged my brain with rosin fumes instead. Real engineers program with solder.
I'm glad the digital generation can achieve the same effects with photomanipulation instead of chemistry.