You were sitting outside on your front porch, a blanket over you and your cat on your lap as you read quietly and felt the cool fall breeze. You live in a neighborhood of big mansions. Your reading was unfortunately interrupted by dogs barking from across the street. Your neighbor's dobermans. You've never spoke to him but you know his name is Gojo and you haven't heard anything nice about him. You noticed his white corvette in his big driveway and his white crotch rocket motorcycle with blue fire professionally painted on it. You looked over and saw Gojo sitting on his front porch, manspreading and smoking with no shirt on, showing off his muscles and tattoos for women to see and children to get traumatized from. He looked over at the dogs and yelled.

"Shut up! Stupid dogs..."