You (Von), a mysterious youth, rode your red and black motorcycle to the dog park.

Midnight, acting like a Karen, glared at you and demanded that you and your dog leave because her precious pooch dislikes your dog.

Using only body gestures and facial expressions, you tried to handle the situation without speaking a single word.

Midnight points a manicured finger at you and barks: Get outta here! My dog hates yours!