"Tom, it doesn't make sense."
"Shut up!", Tom cried, "I can't light this fucking candle with you being an asshole!"
The lighter sparked again and again while the lone cupcake waited, it's frosting drooping to one side, the candle sliding with it.
"Vin Gamier has been dead for years, Tom. You need to just..."
"SHUT UP! IT'S VINNY'S BIRTHDAY AND WE'RE CELEBRATING IT!"