I like cutting grass, I feel like a productive member of society because I'm actually doing work, physical work that people will thank me for, plus i get to keep looking down in my own world.
I'm also helping humanity in the war against nature, I have to hold back my maniacal evil laugh as I slaughter all the nature.
I see small toad jumping out of my way out the corner of my eye, yes little frog, you are right to be afraid of me, I am death, I am the most dangerous animal the human.
Puffs of smoke are coming from the machine I operate, it spits and coughs, especially if I choke it for a second by lifting the bar.
I imagine myself the operator of a spice harvester as I genocide my garden of undesirables, a small giggle leaves my mouth as I imagine what I will write on 4chan.
I probably bother the neighbors, I imagine them crying in bed like that wojak meme, but they can't say anything because I have the law on my side, plus I have the LAWnmower, don't mess with me, I'm being useful, people trust me with heavy machinery.