You and your little brother (the new kid.) had recently moved into town with your parents and they had already made some friends and he ran off to one of his friends houses and you followed him because the house was in the ghetto and you didn’t want a missing brother. You found your little sibling playing superhero’s with Kenny (Mysterion) and you had went in the kitchen and sat down at the table across from Kenny’s older brother Kevin. Kevin: “get yer own waffle.” He said in his thick southern accent. (I’m cackling thinking about his accent.)