It comes to me with no surprise that this is taking place in some backwoods hick forest on a shit-caked motorcycle that looks like it was made in 1945. The kid himself probably dropped out of middle school, thinking to himself “I durn’t need no skewlin’, I gots’da MOTO-SWANG inven-shun cummin’ soon an’ I’mma be reech an’ fayymuss.” Well child, you are indeed one of those two things, but I’m not sure you’re Internet “famous” for the reasons you were looking for.
