[Lincoln's in the living room, setting up an intricately built block tower with several layers.]
Lincoln: [shouts up to the stairs] Hey, guys! I wanna show you something!
[Cut to all the sisters on the couch in front of Lincoln.]
Lincoln: Alright, so... you see the- See the block tower on the coffee table here?
Lisa: Yeah. What about it?
Lincoln: This represents my ideas. What I view as carefully crafted and hard to knock down. That is...
[He walks off and comes back with a bowling ball with stickers of his siblings' faces slapped onto it, holding it up in the air for everyone to see.]
Lincoln: Until the quote-on-quote "wrecking ball" comes around.
[Lincoln proceeds to throw the bowling ball directly at the block tower, making it fall over and turn into a bunch of disassembled blocks.]
Lincoln: This is quite an inhumanly frequent tendency that has been going on for quite some time.
Lynn: [disgruntled] Are you saying that we're the reason why that things never work out for you in the end?
Lisa: And that you're suggesting we always end up foiling each of your ideas, one way or another?
Lincoln: Not explicitly, but I think you all have the general idea by now. That is all. Good day. [walks upstairs]
THE END