To explain this scene I'll have to take you back to the early 21st century. The Mayan Long Calendar had come to an end, and to a devastatingly large extent, so did life on earth.
A small community of survivors, in their search for an hospitable place to stay, came upon an enormous, seemingly natural, structure in the likeness of a squatting alien. So weary and famished were they that they fell upon their knees and prayed to the strange phenomenon they had stumbled upon.
On a nearby hillside they erected a tower of homage, and worshipped their new God. They settled on this propitious spot and lived happily until one day one of their newborn, a precocious lad with a doting mother, on the sixth day of the sixth month of the 666th year of their new calendar, uttered the words: "Mummy, I'm going to be a lawyer when I grow up".
And everything turned to shit once again.
p.s. You may substitute "lawyer" with banker, stock broker, priest, or Arsenal supporter.
credits: Walli for shrubs; Neuspadrin for grass clumps.
