The store is grimy, the lighting is flickering, and the vibe is straight-up awful. STEVEN, a 10-year-old brat, is strutting down the aisle in a shitty, ragged dinosaur costume. It’s not even close to Halloween, and no one wants to deal with this nonsense today.

Steven (muttering): “Fucking hell, what kind of place doesn’t stock dinosaur-sized snacks? This place is a joke.”

Some old lady with a cart Let's talk about this cart bitches full of expired coupons COME ON everyone Say.... we are in drugs Old Lady: “What the hell is this? A dinosaur? What are you, some kind of dumbass trying to be clever for Saint Patrick’s Day?”

Steven (sarcastic as hell): “Oh, look! A walking corpse with opinions! Isn’t this rich? Why don’t you mind your fucking business, granny?”

PARKER, Steven’s miserable brother, is dragging his feet nearby, clearly regretting all life choices that led to this moment.

Parker (groaning): “Steven, for fuck’s sake, why are you still wearing that stupid costume? You look like a half-assed mascot that failed at life.”