Johnny Bravo and his momma were eating breadsticks and delicious salad at Olive Garden when the kid at the table next to them began shreaking an autistic scream on the level of a thousand drowning monkeys. Johnny's fists began to clench as he peaked his eyes over to see that the lil rat tail haircut bitch was freaking out on his iPad, all because a Creeper blew him up on Minecraft. As the kid of about 8 years of age continued to cry and whine about this, his mother, father, and older brother just watched on in disgust. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!" Yelled the old, husky father with a grizzley beard. He then got up out of his chair and left. Johnny watched the scene go down in awe of what he was witnessing. The older brother, who was clearly embarassed, just looked straight at his mom, mouth agape, like the whiney ass-kisser that he was. The thing was, this kid had no right to complain about the rat tail boy, because he was equally as disgusting. He wore a Call of Duty shirt, something no kid above the age of 12 should do. He was also covered in zits and braces and was quite overweight and unkempt. Just looking at this bloated bastard made Johnny cringed so hard that he felt like his skin on his face would tear right off. Things just got worst when the fat faggot spoke up.
"Moooommmm! Arent you gonna punish Reggie? He is being such a little turd and Im sick of it!" He said while wiping sweat off of his unibrow."
The slightly less trashy mom looked up at her son for the first time in the evening with a face of pure disgust at both of her sons. "Shut up Clark! You're no better! You act just as mature as your little brother and I cant take either of your shit any longer! Now lets get out of here, you dont even deserve your food!" And with that, the lady got up and dragger her kids away, though they had only gotten about halfway through their overly priced meals from the McDonalds of italian foods. When the family finally left, Johnny Bravo and his momma resumed their lunch and tried to pretend like none of it ever happened, but Johnny lost all of his appetite from the pimple ridden autistic inner city cringe that he just had to share a room with. Later, after taking a shit, wacking it, and combing his hair, Johnny started to feel a little better.