When Race, Jack and Chord got back, everyone sat down and pulled out their lunch. Rave pulled out her pink GUCCI bag and began to take out her food.
" What's in there?" Spot asked confused at the sight of the shopping back.
" Guess. Where's your lunch?" Rave asked looking at Spot as he sat there with nothing.
" You're wearing it." He shot back winking at her as she rolled her eyes.
" You're nauseating," she muttered, turning back to her lunch. Spot picked up a coke and tossed it back Chord who caught it without even looking up.
" Impressive," Race smiled nodding. " Toss me one!" he said putting his hands up as Spot tossed one. He dropped it and picked up blushing as everyone laughed at him.
" Don't open that near me," Curly Fry ordered rudely getting up and walking over and grabbing a Coke from Spot and sitting down next to him. " What's your story? Where's your lunch?" she asked smiling sweetly.
" If you ain't careful." he said looking at her.
" What? Me? Please." she rolled her eyes getting up and walking over to Race. Rave started to pull out her sushi platter as Spot stared at her wide-eyed.
" What's that?" he asked pointing to it as she pulled out some chop sticks.
" Sushi." she shrugged.
" Sushi?" he asked seeming grossed out.
" Rice, uh, raw fish and seaweed."
" You won't accept a guys tongue in your mouth, and you're gonna eat that?" Spot laughed.
" Can I eat?" Rave asked annoyed.
" I don't know.give it a try." Spot shrugged turning to watch Jack pull out his lunch. He flopped a giant brown paper bag on the table and started to pull out a couple sandwiches, a bag of potato chips, an apple, a banana, a bag of cookies and a cartoon of milk.
" Eating for an army?" Curly Fry asked staring at the food on the table. Jack shrugged and looked to see she didn't have a lunch.
" Here," he tossed her a sandwich and the apple.
" Thanks," she said winking and taking a bite of the apple.
Chord opened up her coke as it fizzed all over the place. She bend down and started to loudly slurp it up off the table and her fingers.
" What's your problem?" Jack asked noticing Spot staring at him oddly. Chord pulled out her sandwich and pulled the meat out, looking at it then sniffing it as she tossed it up. It landed on the sculpture above her as it stuck to it. She opened a few pixie stix and poured the sugar on the sandwich. She pulled out a bag of Cap'N Crunch and sprinkled that on top of her sandwich. She put top of the bread back on and put her palms on them, crushing it together and loudly took a bite. Spot got up and sat next to David, taking his lunch bag.
" What're we having?" he asked opening it up.
" Uh, it's your standard, regular lunch, I guess." David shrugged watching Spot pull out his things, helplessly. Spot pulled out a thermos and set it on the table.
" Milk?" he asked.
" Soup." David corrected. Spot reached back in the bag and pulled out a juice box. David reached towards his lunch bag, but Spot slapped it away.
" That's apple juice." David told her.
" I can read! PB & J with the crusts cut off. Well Brian, this is all very nutritious lunch. All the food groups are represented. Did your mom marry Mr. Rogers?" Spot asked mockingly.
" Uh, no, Mr. Jacobs." David corrected him again.
" Ahhh." Spot nodded hitting him in the back of the head.
" David, I have PB & J with the crusts off too," Denton smiled at him. David nodded as Spot stood up.
" Here's my impression of life at big Dave's house. 'Son?'" he said in a loud voice. " Yea dad?' 'How was your day pal?' 'Great Dad, how's yours?' 'Super. Say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?' 'Great Dad.but I got homework to do!' 'That's all right son, you can do it on the boat!' 'Gee!' 'Dear, isn't our son swell?' 'Yes dear, isn't life swell?'" Spot mimed David's mother kissing her father and then father kissing mother and then punching her in the face.
" All right, what about your family?" Jack asked.
" Oh, mine?" Spot asked.
" That's real easy!" Jack laughed. Spot stood up and pointed forward.
" Stupid, worthless, no good, God damned freeloading, son of a bitch, retarded, big mouth, know it all, asshole jerk!" Spot impersonated his father. "You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful!" Spot slams his hand back to slap his invisible mother. " Shut up bitch! Go fix me a turkey pot pie!" he yelled as he father, then turned to be himself. " What about you dad? 'Fuck you!' No, Dad, what about you? 'Fuck you!'" Spot yelled, reaching out and pretending he's was his father and hitting himself.
" For real?" David asked.
" You wanna come over sometime?" Spot asked.
" That's bullshit. It's all part of your image. I don't believe a word of it." Jack shook his head at Spot, who now actually looked hurt.
" You don't believe me?" he asked.
" Oh God," Curly Fry thought looking over at Race.
" No." Jack replied flatly.
" No?" Spot repeated.
" Did I stutter?" Jack asked with attitude. Spot advanced quickly towards Jack and rolled up his sleeve, revealing a circular shaped burn.
" Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar." Race looked over.
" That's a cigar mark alright," Race agreed.
" Do I stutter? You see, this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage." Spot said, for the first time full of raw emotion. He walked over away, pushing a bunch of books over and then climbed up on a table then up to the second floor balcony and sat down.
" You shouldn't have said that!" Rave snapped at Jack.
" How would I know? I mean, he lies about everything anyway!" Jack snapped back.
" Ever think that now and then he doesn't lie?" Curly Fry shook her head at him, and looked up at Spot for the first time with a face of sympathy. " No wonder he acts the way he does."
" You know, my old man used to beat me too." Denton started, but then went back to his notebook and started scribbling in it again.