Right?

After years of keen interest in the virtual violence of professional "wrestling" and some practice runs in the arts of fake reality and fake business, the kid was ready to host his own traveling bad medicine show. So he did. How the displays amused and excited him! And he was his own best orchestra leader and cheerleader. At least that's the story us morons always heard from our moron parents and our moron grandparents. It takes one with the mental age of 8-12 years to know another one of the same mental age. Right?