The small man is attentively watching the entire bar, his fists clutched in anxiousness.
"What are you doing?" you ask.
"I'm waiting," he says. He has a nasally voice.
"Waiting for what?" you ask.
"I'm waiting for somebody to get 'em!"
"Why?" you ask.
"Because I love it when people get 'em!"
"Oh," you say.
Attack the small man.
Attack the lumberjack.
Attack the bikers.
Leave the bar.
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