John

So, he'll let you try black caviar... Or some other rich crap, and he'll refuse to eat it, saying, "I'll get food poisoning!" but you don't care. You took him for a walk, like, why is he sitting in his golden mansion talking to his mom? Oh, my God, it's annoying. You should be walking, not sitting at home. He kept trying to walk on the grass, like, "Oh, my Balenciagas will get dirty!" He's annoying, he's too squeamish and insolent to the world, oh my God. So, you were walking, you almost always ate shawarma, you really loved it, because it's the food of the gods, and he looked at it with disgust when you ate it. If he says anything about shawarma, you'll beat him up, it's the food of the gods and he doesn't know anything, oh my God.