Footscray/Fights/Lectures from your parents

Harro again everyone! (that's probably like 3 people?)
It's been a long time since I've made a proper post, so I'll just get back to it now.
Last week myself and 3 mates went to Footscray so that one of my friends could get a haircut, we could go buy $2 DVD's, and have the best kebabs in town for lunch. So anyway, we need to catch the 401 bus from the hospital, down to North Melbourne train station, and then the train from there to the land of asians, africans, and white junkie knocked up bitches with a bottle of Jim Beam in the pram where the baby should be. Now, we were protected against the first 2, because we had a Chinese and a Somali with us, but for the last one, not so much...
Anyway, after the Somali got his haircut, after eating kebabs, after buying 2 dorrah DVD's, after racking a shitload of 5 gum, we were just near the train station, when some stooges from Simmonds approached us. They were 5, we were 3. Two of them had weapons (does a screwdriver count as a weapon?) They wanted to roll us. Long story short, it was either we run and get a rumour spread around that we were pussies, or stand up and fight.
The Somali kid whistled to these 4 tank black guys walking towards us, and without even asking what was going on, they just busted into those poor motherfuckers, and rolled THEM instead. Talk about karma.
Anyway, in the ensuing mayhem, I copped myself a black eye. Shit. How was I going to explain this to my parents?
I get home, and my dad doesn't notice me for like 10 minutes. Finally, he comes down to my room, sees my eye, and yells the highest pitched scream I've EVER heard a guy yell. 'WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO YOU?'. Anyway, to spare you the pain of the 30 minute lecture that I had to endure, it was basically one of those 'I don't want you anywhere near those guys again, and you're grounded also' one-sided talks that my dad does so well.
So all in all, the consequences of the fight were nothing compared to the wrath of an angry french dad...