The Doom Boom happens and all of a sudden the famer crowds get a sense of style and became shitty cynical mutants. No reason to fear them, they'd rather bully your fashion sense and chew on tractor tires than actually get physical. You can never understand what they say because all they do is groan and drool but you get the point when they all "gargle chuckle" and point at your hideous tank top that's covered in squirrel-bird guts.