Three, two, one... break!

Some youngish type fella has decided to brave the dense foliage of the backyard next door (owned by scary old men who have already had problems with health authories after the whole cat fiasco a month or two ago) with a lawnmower. All I can hear is "snap!" "crack!", and the occasional struggle of the gasoline-powered engine.

He's done maybe one-eighth of the yard, and already the mower is faltering and choking. I figure a) the engine will just give out; or b) the blades will tear off, bent and wrangled, and slice through his ankles.