Welcome Back, Mr. Buzzcock

Ugh.

- And don't forget to buy your tickets

for this year's prom, 24 Carat Magic In The Air.

Go wolves.

- Unleashing the hounds in five, four, three, two, one.

Jesus, they're animals.

Nah.

Animals run in packs.

Animals protect each other.

These kids are numb.

Barely even look out for themselves.

You sound just like Buzzcock.

Spent 30 years bitching about his students

and then blows himself up a week before retirement.

Karma?

Walt was a bitter old alcoholic.

I'm just bitter.

Huge difference.

And old.

So you think these kids have no hope?

Not me.

Hard data, statistics.

Between the Snapchats and the Tinder gramming,

they've lost their ability to connect.

Tinder gramming.

Help, help!

- It's not that they're unwilling or incapable,

it's just that they've never been challenged.

Exactly.

And when the real world finally catches up to them,

it'll be too late.

I think the real world has caught up.

It's passing us right by.

We don't even notice.

You know, they're constantly being told