I don't like children. Nasty, horrible, fast-moving and unpredictable things. If you have children and adore them, and are offended by my attitude, all I can say is... I don't like them. Adore them all you want but don't expect me to. I won't damage them, I just want them not to be in my way.
If you are an antismoker with children, it's a little different. You will train them to Be Superior and to tell me off for smoking. So I will tell them that they will contract instant lung cancer because they are close enough to catch it from me. I will tell them they will die within a week but that, since lung cancer is infectious and moves faster in older people, they will watch their parents die first. If they go home after speaking to me then all their family will be dead by next week and it will be their fault.
Child abuse? It seems like a natural response when I'm being abused. Abuse me and I abuse you back. I no longer see the need to care about the age or intelligence of the abuser. Why? I'm already subhuman. You antismokers made me what I am. Take pleasure in your creation and when your children don't come home, know that they met me and are now scared to come home because they believe they are carrying a deadly disease that you made them believe exists.
Antismokers like children. Perhaps a little more than is legal. Is there any basis for this assumption? Why would I need any such basis? Nothing levelled at me has any basis in truth. Your game, antismokers, your rules.
It's getting colder outside, antismokers. Cold enough to kill a pompous Righteous child in one night. It would be terrible if they were scared to come home in case they passed on ninetieth hand smoke, wouldn't it? You think I should care. You think I should have a conscience. Why do you think that? Am I not the Caliban you made? Am I not subhuman and evil? Am I not your own creation, your monster, your demon? Am I not the result of your art?
It would be best if you kept your children away from this particular smoker and made no move to provoke a reaction. Oh, but wait.
You don't know which one I am, do you?
Never mind. Take a chance, spin the wheel.
You might get lucky.