You get that you just chose to kick the shit out of an 8 year old right? I mean.... I don't think I even want to play with you anymore. The kids call the cops who arrive promptly and ship you off to the station before stealing your wallet, and also an idea you'd sort of started to contemplate about farming cockroaches, and some sweet ideas about super bad ass wrestling characters. Basically, the police rape your entire sub-conscious, and who can blame them? You big fat bully.