Hey, I hadn't had a nap that day, okay? It's a tough life.
First, they tell me I can't suck my mom's boob for lunch anymore.
Then I'm no longer allowed to shit my pants (I like the texture, as I eat a lot of corn).
But I still have to nap?
And now you get me a fucking bike, and expect me to perform like some kind of monkey?
No. I've had enough. I'm going to lay on hot asphalt and scream until you a. take the bike away, b. mom gets her boobs out, and, most importantly, c. I shit my pants.
Really, I only want c. But whatever.