I get that this series target audience is virgin boys age 14 to 18, and among books of that target audience this is decent. I have no problem with silly jokes and poop humor and blatant appeals to emotion because the writing throws in just enough adult philosophy this can help the naive get a little contemplation on major topics. However, the book is littered with combat music over narration, organs over narration, pots and pans clanging over narration, and when the credits at the end listed electric guitar for credits (an end which was torture to reach because so much of the book is ruined by cacophony), I knew I’m done with this series and will not punish myself anymore. This book’s biggest flaw is its production.