Johnny looked up and down the street. No one was in sight. Good, then no one will bug me…
He made his way to the Taco Smell and ordered a simple two tacos. And a Brainfreezie. What else? Sitting down, he munched on his taco goodness. Mmm…taco-y.
He caught sight of a group of teenagers in the corner, laughing hysterically. A few times, he caught them glancing at him and cracking up. A tic in his forehead started to twitch.
After about five minutes of this, they all walked over to him and a boy spoke to him, a huge grin on his face. "Hey, dude, nice boots! They the boots that freaks like you wear?"
Johnny simply sat there, watching them laugh. "I like these boots and the way I look, and if you don't mind, would you please remove your hand from my Brainfreezie?" Johnny's voice went low and dangerous as he turned his attention to the one who had disgraced the drink.
The boy who had shoved his hand in the Brainfreezie withdrawed it, and, with a hand covered in Cherry Doom, proceeded to wipe his hand off on Johnny's Z? shirt.
Now, they were pushing it. The one who first spoke stated, "And what's with the hair? Can I suggest a comb? Or some shampoo? Cause dude, you look like crap."
"You really shouldn't be disrespectful of other people's opinion like that." Johnny was at the end of his rope.
"Shut up! If you can't shut up and listen, then I guess we'll have to MAKE you!" Some of the larger guys flexed their muscles as the girls oohed and ahhed.
Johnny was the one talking now. "It's always like this. Someone can't enjoy a meal without being annoyed by people like you. It's people like you that give humanity a bad name."
One of the smart-alecky ones addressed Johnny. "No, moron, people who give humanity a bad name are the ones who dress like YOU!"
"Like I said, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I respect yours, so please respect mi-" Johnny was interrupted.
"You know what? No one cares about your opinion, freak! You ain't got friends, you ain't got style, and you ain't got-"
But he was cut short. Johnny had whipped up, and quickly grasped the boy by both arms, and somehow managed to bring a knife to his throat.
"HOW DARE YOU! ALL I WAS TRYING TO GET ACROSS TO IDIOTS LIKE YOU WAS THAT PEOPLE ARE INDIVIDUALS!!! THEY MAY DO AS THEY PLEASE, YOU INSIDIOUS VERMIN!!!"
The boy and his friends were all now cowering in a corner, inching away from this dark person. Johnny raised his knife, then brought it down slowly away from the group of terrified teenagers, almost dropping it. He put on a thoughtful expression, and then suddenly said very calmly, "If I do it now, then they won't learn anything. I think I'll play teacher for awhile…I do SO love role-playing!" Johnny grinned. Quickly, from nowhere, Johnny pulled a small plastic ball out and threw it on the floor. A wide cloud of sleep-inducing fumes (to which Johnny had gotten immune to) blew up and set the whole restaurant to sleep…