Langston Meets Pat

	“Hey you!” A rather garish looking man shouted, his natural grease giving his face a rather bright sheen.

“Hmm? You called me?” Langston asked, his focus entirely on the traffic. It was one of his free days, and he always liked sitting outside looking at cars go by.

“You’re one of those off-brand OCs, aren’t you?” the man asked rather rudely, his flabs rumbling from a deep chuckle.

“Yeah, what of it?” he replied, already bored with the conversation. So, he was one of THOSE people, huh? Probably thinks that he’s trash just for being original. How childish.

“You’re not even part of the Sinkids universe, you’re nothing! Just tra-” The man couldn’t even continue his sentence, for Langston had stood up and jabbed his thumb into the man’s neck. Langston removed his appendage, and let the man have a few breaths before saying anything.

“And who do you think you are, calling me trash for living my life? You don’t own me, and whatever nonsense you’re saying defines me. What’s your name? That way I can remember who I put to the ground.”

“The name is Pat, you scu-” and with that, Langston punched him in the face, and kicked him into the concrete.

“Maybe you should learn some manners before engaging in conversation Pat. Maybe then, you’ll actually make some friends.”