The scent of cheeto dust shook me when I walked into the room. As I walked into an unheard-of café, the greeter tipped his fedora at me, in a kindly manner. "We destroy gender stereotypes," he said in a confident voice. His outfit consisted of a Luna shirt, and khaki shorts, and hipster shoes clearly too small for him. "What?" I replied unable to comprehend my surroundings, but was quickly ushered to the center of the café before receiving an answer. My eyes could only register fedoras and cheeto bags all around me. "BROHOOF", the man at the counter yelled at me. "Uh, th-thanks? I'd like a small coffee, black please." "WE ONLY SELL FEDORAS AND FEDORA ACCESSORIES." He replied in a monotone, looking past me. "What? This is a café, how can you not sell coffee?" "PINKIE PIE IS BEST PONY" he replied in the same tone. "What? I just wanted a coffee; is there any superior I can speak with?" The man said something in what I can only assume was Klingon, and I was quickly beat in the head with a large amount of fedoras, and lost conciousness. I woke up the next morning in a booth in the same café, covered with brony merchandise, and a coffee was placed in front of me. I drank the coffee, and suddenly, my thoughts were solely thoughts of ponies and anything related. "BROHOOF BROHOOF BROHOOF", I said this involuntarily as I began to exit and walk home, still chating the word. I continued to download every episode of MLP on my computer. That's how I became a brony. In all seriousness, I met one at a state competition I went to a few years back.