G Crowd

My cousin and his friends are the G Crowd. They sit in the back and yell at the screen like it’s a wrestling match.

The G Crowd showed up to the theater with a bag of chips and a death wish.

I tried to explain the plot. They just laughed and said, 'We’re here for the explosions, not the sense.'

The G Crowd showed up 10 minutes late and missed the best part of the movie.

They don’t know what a plot is. They just like explosions and pizza.

I asked them if they understood the movie. They said, 'No, but it was cool.'

The G Crowd started screaming at the villain like they were in the movie.

They think they’re the hero. They’re just the guy who brought the snacks.

They tried to save the movie by yelling at the screen. It didn’t help.

The G Crowd eats more snacks than they watch movies.

They made a bet on who would yell the loudest during the movie. It was me.

They don’t care if the movie makes no sense. They just want snacks and laughs.

The G Crowd thinks they’re celebrities just because they’re in the theater.

They took a selfie during the movie and called it a ‘movie moment.’

They asked the guy next to them if he wanted to be in their movie. He said no.

The G Crowd thinks they’re the best at everything. They’re not.

They don’t know the plot, but they still think they’re the hero.

They argue about who’s the real villain in the movie. It’s not them.