turned out to be his own shit [2], which he'd prepared by curing it in the hot Texan sun and then grinding it up with his cheese grater.
In court, Mr. Nahidmobarekeh explained that he'd grown upset with how store management had been treating him, and that he came up the idea of shit-dusting as way to get back at them. He certainly meant no harm by it; it was just a joke.
Ha, ha.
Mr. Nahidmobarekeh's dream to become a comedian has apparently come true, because his new agent, The Judge, has sent him to perform in front of a more receptive crowd: inmates at the state penitentiary. Understanding that a comedy act can take time to perfect, the judge has said he could perform there for up to five years.