When Micheal Chesney, 8, was presented with a new series of Western steam-punk tales targeted for his specific demographic, he pulled down his pants and proceeded to urinate on the ereader.
"That's what I think about your attempts to marginalize my way of thinking," Chesney said before pulling out a small bag of marijuana and rolling a marijuana cigarette. "You want a hit, motherfucker?" he asked, offering the cigarette to those around him.
When asked what about the literature he disliked, Chesney shrugged his shoulders, "It's just one dimensional trash. Good guys in white hats and shit. Don't say anything about how I live my life. Ain't even got a puppy dog in it or some shit."
Chesney then began discussing the futility of life and the wasted amount of money given over to the media and how his mommy never meets his emotional demands in terms of Happy Meals. A small crowd formed, but were repulsed when Chesney followed up on his threats of rockets made from his nostrils.