𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛™️ [✓]

ten

once allison and andrew got back, it was time for lunch.

claire began to take her lunch out of a small shopping bag, when bender speaks up.

"what's in there?" bender leans over to see her lunch.

"guess. where's your lunch?" she replies.

"you're wearing it." he smirks.

claire rolls her eyes. "you're nauseating."

bender grabs a coke and tosses it over to allison who catches it without even looking up.

bender then watches claire set up a sushi platter. "what's that?" the confused boy asked.

"sushi."

"sushi?"

she lets out a cute laugh, and begins to name off the ingredients on her fingers. "rice, raw fish and seaweed."

"you won't accept a guys tongue in your mouth, but you're gonna eat that?!"

"can i eat?"

bender shakes his head. "i don't know. give it a try." he over exaggerated.

andrew takes a couple sandwiches out of his bag, a bag of potato chips, an apple, a banana, a bag of cookies and a carton of milk."

allison opens her coke and it fizzes over. she loudly slurps it up off the table and her fingers.

andrew sees bender looking at him. he gives me a glare. "what's your problem?"

allison opens her sandwich and and tosses the meat up, it then lands on the sculpture above.
she opens a pixie stix and pours the sugar on the sandwich and then puts cap'n crunch on top of that. she crushes the sandwich together and loudly eats it.

bender goes over and sits by brian, he takes brian's bag lunch.

"what're we having?"

"uh, it's your standard, regular lunch i guess..." he shrugs.

bender reaches in the bag and pulls out a thermos. he sets it on the table and points at it. "milk?"

"soup." brian corrects.

bender goes in again and pulls out a juice box, brian then reaches toward the bag and bender slaps his hand.

"that's apple juice."

"i can read!" jokes bender. "pb&j with the crusts cut off—well brian, this is a very nutritous lunch, all the food groups are represented. did your mom marry mr. rogers?"

"uh, no—mr. johnson."

"ahhh..." bender realizes.

andrew and claire smile at each other.

bender stands. "here's my impression of life at big bri's house—" in a loud and friendly voice, he begins to do a impression.

"son!"

he makes his voice higher. "yeah dad?"

"how's your day, pal?"

"great dad, how's yours?"

"super! say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend?"

"great dad," bender frowns. "but i've got homework to do!"

"that's alright son, you can do it, on the boat!"

"yay!"

he turns to a imaginary woman. "dear, isn't our son swell?" the criminal makes his voice extra high-pitch.

"yes dear, isn't life swell?" bender mimes the mother kissing the father and then the father kissing the mother and then the father punching the mother in the face.

things go downhill from there.

"aright, what about your family?" andrew asks.

"oh, mine? that's real easy!" bender stands again and points forward, and continues to act as his father. "stupid, worthless, no good, god damned, freeloading, son of a bitch, retarded, bigmouth, know it all, asshole, jerk!" now as his mother. "you forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful."

bender slams his hand back to slap his invisible mother.

bender then acts as his father again. "shut up bitch! go fix me a turkey pot pie!" now as hisself. "what about you dad?"

"fuck you!"

"no, dad, what about you?"

"fuck you!"

the anger rises in bender.

"no, dad, what about you?" he as yells as himself very loudly.

"fuck you!"

he reaches out and pretend he's his father hitting him.

brian then speaks up. "is that for real?"

bender looks to brian, still furious. "you wanna come over sometime?" he snaps.

"that's bullshit. it's all part of your image, i don't believe a word of it." andrew turns back around.

bender actually looks hurt. "you don't believe me?"

"nope."

"no?"

"did i stutter?" andrew replies.

bender comes over to andrew and rolls up his right sleeve to reveal a circular shaped burn. "do you believe this? huh? it's about the size of a cigar—do i stutter?!" bender yells. "you see, this is what you get in my house, when you spill paint in the garage." bender begins to walk away. "see, i don't think i need to sit here with you fucking dildos anymore!"

bender walks over to a map table, very furious, and throws all the maps on the floor. he climbs up on top of the table and then up to the second floor balcony.

"you shouldn't have said that!" claire breaks the silence.

"how would i know, i mean he lies about everything anyway!"