Superbowl sunday 1984, two hooligan kids from lawler avenue were pounding away at a video game in a Junior Food Mart, at the end of Lawler Avenue.
“Oh yeah, who is the master?” Eddie-Joe screamed to Carlos as he hit the high score on the Joust machine.
“You diwinquents gowna be hewe aw day? Go Home, I bet noone want you there.” Said the angry manager.
“Look Habib, we paid for the game, you are making money off the game, beat it.” The ten year old yelled at the cashier.
“Yeah Hadgi, Johnny Quest called for you.” The other kid smarted back.
“Yew Kids make me mwe Cwazy. I am from Mawaysia, not India. You wttow punks.”
“Mawaysia, India same thing.” Eddie yelled while tagging the other boy in to play.
“You need to be kwiet Dan Mawino abwout to win superbowl.”
“Look Ghandi, Dan Marino can’t beat cake batter.”
“I tell you what, I bwet you If Jow Mwantana win you pway that Joust game for free forewva.”
The next day the boys raced into the store to see a brand new Pac man Machine.
“Sirhan Sirhan, screwed us.”