[He is a roller, not a fighter. Well, no, he's a lot of things, fighter included, but he'd rather not fight with you, okay. He just wants something to eat.
Standing on up to brush off his knees, hands up in a casual, placating manner.] No need to get hostile, lady. Your purse is yours, I swear. [Not exactly leaving, though.]
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Standing on up to brush off his knees, hands up in a casual, placating manner.] No need to get hostile, lady. Your purse is yours, I swear. [Not exactly leaving, though.]