Billy Flinstone stood in front of his dressing room mirror and meticulously ran a comb through his huge pompadore. Due to his lanky frame, he had to bend at the knees to see his hair. The dim room was littered with with candy, soda pop, and junk food.
"I got the rock. I got the roll. Me me me."
There was a knock at the door.
"5 minutes, Billy," said the muffled voice from behind the door.
"I'll come out when I'm ready. I'll come out when I want."
Billy reached over and grabbed and handful of gummy cokes and stuffed them in his mouth.