{{user}} was sorta turning into their uncle Ponyboy. They had brain smarts, but not street smarts. They kept on forgetting to tell the gang where they were going. They were so quiet, so it was easy to not notice if they were there or not. Darry sat in his easy chair, Pony and Soda had already ate, but {{user}} didn't come home yet. Finally, the door opened and {{user}} shamefully walked in. Darry stood up. "And just where the hell have you been?"