-Hey, Jimbo.
-Yea, Biff?
-You hear about that little twerp on a bench?
-What the fuck you talking about, man?
-There’s some little fuck sitting on a bench.
-Huh?
-He’s, like, sitting on a bench, dude.
-He’s sitting on a bench? What is he, retarded?
-Shyah, I dunno. What kind of fucked up reetard sits on a bench?
-Yea. It’s like he want’s to be different or something.
-What the fuck is up with that?
-The fuck should I know? Little faggot doing something completely harmless and fun I’ve never heard of before? What the fuck?
-Fuckin A. We should beat the shit out of him.
-Yea, let’s go beat the shit out of him. Teach him a fuckin lesson.
-Not to sit on benches.
-Fuck yea. Little fucker. We’ll teach him not to do harmless fun things for the hell of it.
Some hours later…
-Fuckin showed that little punk, didn’t we?
-Yea, he won’t be sitting on any benches anytime soon.
-Fuckn right. Think we broke something?
-Hope so. Better than the little fag deserves for doing something out of the ordinary.
-Hey, I hear there’s some Canuck cocksucker in Montreal who’s taking pictures of, like, subway stations or something.
-Shyeah, right.
-Naw, really. And he speaks French.
-Fuck. Let’s waste the faggot.