"Richard triggered a huge barfight by hitting that poor musician right in the middle of the face for nothing.
Boy, when I saw that, I wrapped my belt around
my right hand, walked right into the melee, and 'THUMP!', one blow to the back of that
bastard's skull, and everything was square again.
Soon, we could all go home."
The place
cleared out, someone went for ice and towels; others cleaned up the broken glass and righted the tables.
Then, my pants fell down.