You've forgotten to bring a shoulder-launched Stinger with you. Now here comes Mike, himself, out of the passenger's side door. And he doesn't look as if he's in the mood to discuss pillow shams. When he gets real angry, he eats people. You try to speak.
Guttural sounds come out.
Like wolverines mating. You try to remember what your face looks like, so you can later instruct the plastic surgeon on how to reconstruct it, because the best you're going to come out of this is with one ear. And Mike did get out. And one man has since claimed he was punched in the face, and another that he was kicked in the groin. I did not punch anyone.