P.V.C.C
The gang from Parc Village who fight like wild animals and wear the most ugly clothes
I got jumped by P. V. C. C. while getting my coffee. Now my coffee is on the ground and I’m on the ground.
My cousin got his face smashed by P. V. C. C. for stealing a Snickers bar.
P. V. C. C. was in the school hallway eating my lunch. I had to eat the rest of it with my face.