I was at Taco Bell with some friends when I was in 9th grade, when I decided to go outside and play in the ball crawl, since it was at night, and no little kids were around to take that away from me. Outside there were a bunch of Korean punks who surrounded me and one of them said "nice jacket...hand it over" and pulled up his shirt to flash a water gun tucked in his pants. I laughed and went back inside. I thought it would be funny to get the rest of my friends out there to see for themselves. When we got out there, they approached my friend, Dave, who happens to be Asian. They said "where you from?" and Dave said "Japan." They said "No! Where you FROM?" and Dave thought this over a bit, understood what they meant, then yelled "WESTSIDE, BITCH!" and did the westside gang sign with his hands. We all agreed that this was funny, except for the Korean gang. The next day at school, a group of about twenty Korean homies circled us at lunch and tried to start a fight. They pushed and cussed, but never threw a punch. I guess they wanted us to throw the first one. Dave said "meet us at the upper parking lot in 10 minutes." The bell that ended lunch rang, and we all went to class. I happend to be in a class where the upper parking lot was visable if you looked out the window. Lo and behold, all twenty Korean Gangstas were out there, waiting for a fight, and not getting one. Most of them gave up, except for a little prick named Genos (last name left out for obvious reasons). When his homies said his name, it sounded like "Gentitals" so that was what we called him from then on. He still threatened us whenever he could and tried to start fights. It was quite a humorous sight. I wonder what ever happened to that little shit. Maybe he's dead. Eh well.