Perhaps it will inspire you to take up making milkshakes then. And soon the bois will come to your yard to which you'll say "wtf I don't even HAVE a yard, fore I am Alice, notabot, and psychedelic tease to the universe with access to shrinky growy foods, so I live in a teacup of which there are many like it but this one is mine."

And the boys with their dirty hands and faces will finish rolling out the turf looking up to you pleading "we have made thee a yard worthy of thyne glory for thee fashions the finest of milkshakes in all the land. Night you teach us thine talent?"

And you will see the dirty orphaned faces and weigh your options. After a thought of a glorious army of shirtless milkshakers you stare into their eyes and whisper "not without charging first. My zap address is on my nostr kthnxbye'