It reminds me of the emo (goth?) kids who were always angry... no matter what.
EMO1: My mom made a sandwich for me. It’s got locally-sourced bread, but she used regular mayo. Oh... Em... Gee!!!
EMO2: Man, what a bitch.
EMO3: Yea, it’s nothing more than a control measure.
EMO4: I bet that your dad was proud of his bitch wife.
EMO1: Duh, he like loves her. So lame.
EMO2: What a dick.
EMO3: Love is nothing more than a control measure.
EMO5: Hey... sorry I’m late. My parents made me breakfast. So controlling. Anyway... what are going to be angry about today?
EMO6: Well... I guess we hate food.
