The video starts with Brantley at a little breakfast all day joint. He sat down at a booth and waited for the waitress to come and ask for his order. He had it already planned out and just needed her to get the order.

"Well, hello there. How are you? Having a good day? Yeah, I bet you are, you're sitting across from the next big thing. No, not him, but me. I'm not going to sit here and say, give me this, I deserve that, because I'm not a whiny b***h, no matter how much my championship history proclaims I am. I'm here to simply tell you a story. This story takes place way back in the time of saber-tooth tigers and dinosaurs and cavemen and woolly mammoth. It started when a young cav- THAT b***h NEEDS TO GET MY ORDER DAMMIT! I'VE BEEN WAIT HERE TO ******** LONG!"

The waitress rushed over to get the order of Brantley. She had a terrified look on her face at the vulgarity Brantley yelled at her. This was a family place, but no one would come up to him to say anything.

"I want two eggs, sunny side, hashbrowns, scattered, smothered, and covered. Five strips of bacon, a sausage biscuit, two waffles, cut them up for me. I want both cut into exactly thirty equal squares, extra syrup. Make sure that none of the food touches the other foods. If it does, not only are you not getting a tip, but I'm not paying for any of it. You get all of that? I'm not repeating so read it back to me."

"Uh... Two eggs, sunny side u-"

"WRONG! I SAID SUNNY SIDE! NOWHERE IN THERE DID I ADD UP! REDO IT!"

"Two eggs, sunny side... Umm.. Uh.. Hashbrowns, scattered, smothered, and covered, five strips of bacon, a sausage biscuit. Two waffles, both cut into exactly thirty equal squares, and with extra syrup. None of the food should touch each other. Am I right sir?..." The waitress repeated the order with the ever so scared look still upon her face.

"Yes'm, also, one cup of coffee."

"O-okay, one cup of coffee as well. That'll be right up." With that, the waitress made her way to tell the cooks the order of the deranged Brantley Summers.

"Ugh, you can never get good help at these places. Anyway, back to the story. The young caveman was in search of two things. The leader of the cavemen's daughter, and the title of leader of the cavemen. Now, the daughter was going to be the harder part, so he went ahead and tried to become the leader himself. He went into the leader's cave in the dead of night, he stepped on a twig which awakened him from his slumber. The younger caveman, let's call him Oog from now on, ran out and grabbed his club. The leader chased Oog out but when he took that step out, he was bonked on the head with the club. Oog dragged him, like a b***h, into the woods where he repeatedly struck him in the head with a stone. Oog washed off and went back to his cave until morning."

Brantley got up and went to use the restroom. He came back ready to continue his story that seemed like it might go one forever. The cameraman was hoping for the order to come quickly so he wouldn't have to sit through this.

"The people found their leader gone. The scouts found his dead body in the woods, far off from the camp site. Oog said it must had been the rival tribe from across the river. Oog grabbed his club and told them they must charge now and attack. Oog ran across the river with an army of his tribe and started a massacre of the tribe. No one was left alive, not even the bitches. Not even the bitches. The tribe voted Oog as their new leader, and that made the old leader's daughter, Lexi, fall in love with him. Lexi was the only hot b***h there, the rest were ugly as sin. Oog went on to conquer Rome, Greece, the Orient, Eygpt, and all of Africa. He did this because he was smart. He took his time, waited for the right moment, and then took over the known world. Oog and I have a lot in common actually. We both get the hot hos, we both strive for being in the head of a place, and just like Oog, I'll take over the world. NOW WHERE'S MY GODDAMN FOOD, I'VE BEEN HERE FOR WHAT THIRTY-FIVE MINUTES! I MEAN I TOLD A ******** STORY AND IT'S STILL NOT HERE!"

The waitress scurried over with the finally prepared food. She placed it down exactly as he said. She put the cup for coffee down but Brantley told her not to put any in yet. He'd put a bit of each of the food in his mouth and instantly spit it all out. "UGH! THIS TASTES LIKE s**t!"

"Sorry sir, we did the best we could, you had a lot of specific things and well, it got to the point where we just tried to fit it all to your liking. My sincerest apologies."

"Whatever, just poor the coffee already. I'm thirsty."

The waitress poured the coffee and her shock caused her hands to shake.

"Who are you, Michael J. Fox?!" Brantley would yell at her because of how she poured the coffee, he was obviously a very offensive person and seemed not to care at all.

The waitress continued to pour the coffee until it spilled over his pants. He stopped, the waitress didn't notice, but he was furious, you could see it in his face. He got up, grabbed the coffee jug, and forced the waitress onto a nearby table. Brantley proceeded to pour the remaining coffee all over the poor waitress. "YOU DON'T LIKE THIS HUH!?" Brantley then started to backhand slap her a couple of times. Brantley then walked off with many of the people staring at him. The manager went over to where he was sitting and found coffee on his seat.

"She spilled the coffee."