Since I'm terminally uncool, this is a hypothetical, but
Cool Hunter Street Team: Keep your
stupid stickers off my stuff, you conspicuous-consumption, bleeding-edge, fashion-forward, cooler-than-thou hipster douchebags:

I swear, you start stickering my stuff as part of your stupid awareness-raising viral marketing campaigns, and I start channeling
Francis "Psycho" Sawyer:
"...I don't like no one touching my stuff. So just keep your meathooks off. If I catch any of you guys in my stuff, I'll kill you..."
I do read
thecoolhunter.net for a slice of design porn, even if I don't fetishize design like they do and
I feel fashion should just fall off a cliff, since they occasionally feature interesting shiny things and frou-frou tchotchkes (when they're not fixating on over-designed concept boutique hotels and resorts which I will never, ever visit-- oh, and hey, while we're at it, a hip-cool advertising campaign is still
just fucking advertising).
But if you ever start putting stickers on my stuff, things are going to get really
hot and ugly, because the volatile liquids that are usually used to remove adhesive residue are very, very flammable.