You're a thirtysomething punk asshole who hasn't done anything in your life. I just broke up a bar fight that was happening next to my friends. You don't know either of the people fighting. Security's here; the fight's already over. Why would you throw that rocks glass at the three of us? You're lucky security pulled me out of the bar because I had a gaping head wound. It's okay, though, 'cause you got kicked out, and once I got patched up, my friends and I went to another bar.
