The only meteor you’ll get is the one I drop in my diaper, buddy. We are here to stay. As I type, I am messing myself and it’s glorious. It represents my reaction to your sentiment quite well. Have you ever felt the crinkle of a diaper under your formal clothes at a business meeting? Have you ever messed yourself mere inches away from some unsuspecting normie at the grocery store who is none the wiser? Of course not, this is why you don’t understand the power.

We are everywhere and we are united. You don’t want to mess with us. Any time, anywhere, there could be a fellow diaper enthusiast messing themselves mere inches from your face. Just remember that next time. And if you hear a crinkle, then you will know. I have to change now.