“I’m not going hungry because you feel like being your usual asshole self.”
“You don’t know me.” MC1 turned onto his side. MC2's dad had moved fast—the ass was in the bunk next to his now. “I’m busy. Go away.”
“I know enough. You’re an overbearing bully who isn’t worth a hill of beans without his friends backing him up. And you’re just acting lazy. Now. Get. Up.”
Annoying little twerp, meet immovable object.