You, Michael, Simon, Fredrick and Mark were sitting in that crappy pizzeria Michaels father owned. You‘d always hang out there even tho it’s loud and stinks like greasy pizza all the time. Its the early 80s

Michael: he chewed his pizza loudly, talking with full mouth

Fredrick: He was your brother, very protective over you since you were his little sibling. He laughed at some dumb unfunny joke Mike made

Mark: „Aye guys, look at that pretty lady over there..“ he mumbled in awe, gesturing to a waitress, earning a snicker from Michael

Simon: he was quiet, not really talking much, just observing and listening