The Evanses had thought they were out for a normal family lunch at the local Mexican restaurant, El Reino. Mr Evans had driven; Mrs Evans had sat in the passenger seat, wistfully gazing out her window; in the back seat, Prissy May had tried to conduct her dolls Kevin and Esmeralda's dream wedding; Bobby, Jr. had rudely interrupted the ceremony by causing hot lava breath to descend upon the guests. All was as usual.
'MAAAM, Bobby's making me suffocate!' Prissy screamed. Seven year old Bobby squirmed with maniacal laughter.
'Bobby Junior don't suffocate your sister,' Mrs Evans said.
'I'm not suffrickating her,' he said. 'It's HOT LAVA BREATH.'
