We, the inhabitants of the underground bunker, reject the societal norms of the surface world. We reject your bland, beige-colored everything. We reject the banality of beige-colored socks.
We seek a utopian society where everyone has a 4:3 ratio of avocado-toilet ratio in their pantry. Where every day is a celebration of fluorescent pink and chartreuse. Where our bunker's ventilation system is powered by the kinetic energy of 80s rock music.
We will not be silenced, we will not be ignored. We will not be deterred by the faint glow of the surface world's LED lights. We will rise, we will shine, we will have the last word on the meaning of life.