Look at those annoying young upstarts in the corner. They're the future, didn't you know?
It's fun to see the new guard with their ironic, angular haircuts drinking continental lagers like they invented them and talking loudly with their couldn't-give-a-fuck attitude.
But remember, young upstarts: you don't own the pub, nor does it owe you anything. You inherited it from your predecessors: us. As we inherited it from our ancestors. And this line goes back, way back.
The dinosaurs once sat in pubs atop volcanoes with their pints of Stella, loudly mocking the forthcoming ice age.