can i please have my pulitzer now jeez

The following three things happened simultaneously:

1. Ryan took a bite of hot dog.

2. Buster smiled at Chicken.

3. Chicken winged two plastic balls into Buster's face at point-blank range.

Then, the following three things happened simultaneously:

1. Ryan knelt down to have a serious talk with Chicken about not throwing balls at your brother's face when you are close enough to pick his nose for him, but the weight of his message was somewhat diminished by the fact that his mouth was still completely full of hot dog and bun WITH sauerkraut. "The talk" looked more like Chicken making intense eye contact with a very focused cow.

2. Chicken smiled.

3. Buster farted.

(And... ... ... Scene.)

What can I say, you guys. I'm a storyteller. I am merely the chronicler of these brief glimpses into the sublime.