Seriously, a fucking waffle house? This is hardly the shootout from Heat.
To be fair if the kid hadn't had one hand occupied holding up his shit stained fruit of the looms, he may have made a clean getaway... perhaps by swinging from lampshade to lampshade while hurling purple drank at the concealed weapon holder.
BRB, gotz to get me dem mad papers from robbin dat waffle house cuz.