And that's what I was saying to Mr. Ferret. Although I couldn't hear the conversation between the butter beast and the waiter, I'm sure he probably told it that these ice creams were for another table but he would get them another one momentarily. But no, the fat fuck couldn't give it's spawn one of its ice creams and just wait for the waiter to bring another, that would be too polite. That kid is gonna be really fucked up though aside from having a heifer for a mom, it's also learning that behaving like a bully and stealing things is perfectly acceptable.